Ever heard of a pink navel orange? Me either. But I accidentally bought four for 50 cents each and when I cut into one the other day, I was all, Crap! I hate grapefruit!, thinking I had misread the sign.
But it didn’t smell like grapefruit, and it had a thick rind like a navel orange. So I bit into it and whaddyaknow it tasted just like a navel orange. It was just pink.
Odd, but yummy.
I’m sold.
Love this! Is this a kitchen counter shot, or Photoshopped?
It’s neither, actually. After I got a new desk for Christmas, I moved my old drafting table into the dining room, and when you clear all the clutter off of it and open up the blinds to get in lots of natural light, it makes an excellent little white-backed photo studio.
Oh, and thanks! I’m rude.
so technically wouldn’t it be a “pink” rather than an orange? i hope someone got fired for that.
Jen raises an interesting linguistic philosophy point. Are oranges named oranges because of their cover or their contents? And doesn’t Demitri Martin have some sort of joke to the effect of “the people who named oranges didn’t think it through completely, because when they got around to naming carrots, they were all, ‘Damn!'”?
Anyway, i went back today and got four more, and made sure to look at the sign. Sure enough, “pink” was nowhere on the sign. Just “navel oranges — 50 cents.”
I like to call that the Schnucks Surprise.