Usually I just love eating fruit, not caring where it came from or if it's organic. But when it comes to oranges I get excited. What's sad is I can't even eat oranges for medical reasons, but seeing a box of oranges, and smelling them, makes me a little giddy. It's the Central California gal in me, growing up in a city known for its orange agriculture.
Now, when my family picks out a box of oranges, I like to see where the oranges were grown. Once, several years ago, the "from" stamp read "Porterville," which is my hometown. Eating Porterville oranges in Utah was pretty epic. The picture above is a box of oranges from Delano California, which is between Porterville and Bakersfield.
I'm sure the oranges from Southern California and Florida are perfectly nice, but the oranges from Central California are the best.
