Tangerine comparison

[redbird]

After reading jonsinger's post, I decided to get some of the "New Year's tangerines", the ones with stem and even leaves on some. A vendor on Grand Street had a box of them, loose. Five for a dollar, so I bought ten. I also picked up a crate of clementines from a nearby store, because I could.

So far this afternoon, I've eaten two of each.

The New Year's tangerines smell strongly of tangerine, even just sitting in their plastic bag. Clementines (and most citrus I've had) don't give off a noticeable aroma until you start to peel them. The New Year's tangerines also have a stronger flavor; however, this batch aren't as sweet as the clementines. The New Year's tangerines are juicier than the clementines, and it's easier to pull the clementines apart into individual sections. (These are large clementines, which may or may not be relevant.) Also, the New Year's tangerines have quite a few seeds, and the clementines are just about seedless.

I am now taking a break from my research, to drink tea and eat dark-chocolate-coated cookies.

[Cross-posted to my journal and food_porn]

Comments

[feorag.livejournal.com]

The New Year's Tangerines appear to be the same as our Christmas Tangerines.

[lisajulie.livejournal.com]

The ones that jonsinger and I got were sweeter than almost any other citrus we've eaten, as well as more fragrant. But it wasn't a "cloying" sweet (which I don't like _at all_), but a "rich" sweetness.

And my car _still_ smells of the peel.

[liv]

Such precision! You may be the only person I know who doesn't need the word scorf. But I'll still mention it anyway, because the word could always do with more publicity.

Sun and the scent of citrus

[akicif.livejournal.com]

Thanks for that. I've just had a lovely flashback to the winter of 1979/80 when we visited tigermoth's sister and brother-in-law in Morocco. Glorious sun, but not too hot, and tangerines and clementines ripe for the picking from the trees in the garden.

The other fun thing from that holiday was the getting back: Air France lost our baggage, and the weather in Britain was so cold that the water froze on the train from London to Stranraer. Then, when we got to Stranraer, the harbour was beginning to ice up (which just doesn't happen), the ferry was late, and there was no waiting room at the station, so the stationmaster invited us all into his sanctum and sent round to all his friends for kettles, saucepans and camping stoves with which to make many gallons of tea.

[pyrzqxgl.livejournal.com]

Those (with stems and leaves) sound like what gets sold as "Fairchilds" out here. I haven't seen any so far this year, but did pick up another box of clementines last night.