“Oh my darling Clementine”

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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.

About lindasschaub

This is my first blog and I enjoy writing each and every post immensely. I started a walking regimen in 2011 and decided to create a blog as a means of memorializing the people, places and things I see on my daily walks. I have always enjoyed people watching, and so my blog is peppered with folks I meet, or reflections of characters I have known through the years. Often something piques my interest, or evokes a pleasant memory from my memory bank, and this becomes a “slice o’ life” blog post that day. I respect and appreciate nature and my interaction with Mother Nature’s gifts is also a common theme. Sometimes the most-ordinary items become fodder for points to ponder over and touch upon. My career has been in the legal field and I have been a legal secretary for over three decades, primarily working in downtown Detroit, and now working from my home. I graduated from Wayne State University with a degree in print journalism in 1978, although I’ve never worked in that field. I like to think this blog is the writer in me finally emerging!! Walking and writing have met and shaken hands and the creative juices are flowing once again in Walkin’, Writin’, Wit & Whimsy – hope you think so too.
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2 Responses to “Oh my darling Clementine”

  1. Marge Aubin says:

    Oh we had a Christmas stocking full of fruit. That really was a treat we had a few hard candies in it too. I did try to give my children the same treats as I had but they didn’t want that. But oranges of any kind I really loved even to this day.

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  2. lindasschaub says:

    I know the kids now want more chocolate – marshmallow Santas and Reeses cups shaped like Christmas trees. Did you make popcorn balls Marge? We never did that, nor did we string popcorn or cranberries on the tree. So missed that holiday aspect; …. I love those Clementines … been eating more of them after hearing all that stuff about the flu arriving earlier and and the flu shot not as comprehensive as first thought. Well, we both got the shot, so it will help anyway, but I’m counting on those Clementines.

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