Oh my darling, oh my darling, oh my darling, Satsuma . . .
Okay, “Satsuma” doesn’t have quite the same ring to it as “Clementine,” but we recently received our yearly infusion of satsumas, courtesy of my mother-in-law and her annual Florida panhandle trip.
While not a local food, they almost feel local, since she buys them from a roadside stand somewhere along her normal route, and we enjoy these tasty little gems once a year, during their short season.
It reminds me of the traditional orange in the Christmas stocking, from times when citrus was a real seasonal treat, not shipped from all parts of the world and available constantly (though of varied quality) in grocery stores year-round.