I secretly wonder if this famous song was penned as an ode to those delightful little orange orbs we know as Clementines. I just love them and they are the only reason I look forward to late November – Thanksgiving time heralds their arrival at the produce department.
Right now the smell of Clementines lingers in the kitchen … and on my fingers … long after they have been enjoyed.
It is my favorite smell, other than that English toffee cappuccino which wafts through the room and permeates my hair and sweatshirt while I am drinking it and I can inhale that sweet scent for hours afterward.
I think I am obsessed with food smells sometimes.
Since I gave up sweets for Lent in 2011, and then permanently, my only sweet indulgences are my Sunday cappuccino and a quart of egg nog for the holidays. I bought that creamy custard egg nog a few weeks ago, and knew it was in the fridge and couldn’t wait ‘til the holidays to drink it.
The sweets and treats I no longer crave, but I could write volumes on baking and cooking smells through the years, especially around the holidays. In fact I know I wrote a blog post last year reminiscing about Christmas cookies. Cookies were always my downfall. It is easy to give up baked goods and candy but they are not around the house either, so I am not all that smart to be truthful. I really don’t know if brownies or peanut butter cookies were baking in the oven right now, that I wouldn’t slip off the proverbial wagon. Hard.
Nowadays a treat is the crunch of a good Honey Crisp apple or the juicy goodness of a Clementine orange.
I wonder if parents sink a Clementine or two into the toe of their kids’ Christmas stockings? The kids would get more goodies in their stocking that way. I know I always got a large orange and apple crowding out the toe of my Christmas stocking – no coal for me of course, being the exemplary child that I was. (Smile)
On Christmas Eve my parents would fill my sock and lay it gently at the foot of my bed long after I went to sleep. They were secretly hoping that the sock would be a diversion to keep me occupied for awhile so they could catch some extra ZZZZs before I scurried out to the living room to see what Santa had brought. The dimpled orange and shiny apple were set aside to be eaten later and I honed right in on a book or coloring books and crayons that were stuffed in my Christmas stocking. My mom liked to knit so I usually got knitted outfits for my baby dolls, then later for my Barbie dolls.
The only candy I ever got in my Christmas stocking was one candy cane and gold, foil-wrapped chocolate coins. They were luscious milk chocolate that melted in your mouth and were very similar to gelt, the chocolate coins given to children at Hanukkah. They were a special treat as I was seldom allowed to eat candy. My grandmother used to sneak me “humbugs” , those British brown-striped rum butter candies that she always kept in a little tin in her apron pocket. She’d pat her pocket and that was the signal to reach in; all the while she’d be whispering “don’t tell Mommy and Daddy” … that’s such a feel-good memory. Perhaps my very first cavity might have been attributed to those little suckers, now that I think of it.
The holidays are a time to indulge a little, whether it is Hanukkah which began today or the inevitable Christmastime goodies that will be paraded in front of you ‘til the end of the year.