I'm addicted to Clementines. I could easily overdose on those sweet seedless slices in a single sitting. Each year as the temperature drops, these "Christmas oranges" are flown in from California or South America or some other magical place where fruit, um, grows on trees. And just when I begin to bore myself crazy with pumpkin recipes, clementines bring back that summer fruit nostalgia.
If you want to be really sophisticated, add a scoop to a glass of champagne for a mind-blowing mimosa.
