D'vorahDavida
Yetzirah

  So there I was, in the produce department at Raley's minding my own business, when I spied a very odd looking piece of fruit. I picked it up and hefted its not inconsiderable weight in my hand, and marveled at its gnarly appearance and wondered how anything so ugly could possibly taste good. I also eyed with a born and bred penny pincher's skepticism, the equally hefty price tag. Only a few steps away, the produce guy was busily stacking heads of lettuce. I decided to consult an expert. I walked up with said huge fruit and asked him if he had ever tasted this marvelous oddity. He said that yes he had and it was the best.... well, he never finished his sentence. He just grabbed the top of the thing and twisted it off, peeled it and handed me half of it. Another woman had been in the vicinity inspecting the weird fruit too, and he handed her the other half. I stood there and began enjoying the most delicious example of its species in many a long year. She and I declared it delightful. We made the produce guy take a piece which he immediately foisted  pressed into the hand of a store manager who was passing by. That guy downed it like a ravenous jackal never even breaking his stride. I think the store people are onto this fruit. I was so gobsmacked that the produce guy had ripped that expensive thing open without hesitation, and I was standing there with almost half a one still in my hand, I started offering it to people while I was selecting one to buy. [By now I HAD to have one.]  I gave some to my sister in law and found a woman near the front of the store where there was a another display of them.  I trotted up and said, "Do you want to try it? The produce guy opened one for me!"  She took it and agreed with the rest of us, that it truly was outstanding. I left her pawing through the display picking one out. I felt a little funny, walking around the store eating fruit. I imagine some people thought I had pinched it. I wanted to stop and explain, but I was too busy wiping juice off my chin. So, you may be thinking...  shut up already and show us the dang fruit in question. Certainly. It's called, aptly enough.... 'Sumo'. And a juicier, sweeter bit of citrus, you will never find. [One guy I offered it to in the store said he used to grow citrus and that this was in the Tangelo family. He declined the wedge I was trying to give him. I guess he had had his fill of citrus.] Here's another look. I'm including it only because I want an example of something my camera decides to do once in a while without my permission. It chooses a quadrant of the photo and zooms in on it, excluding the rest of the framed picture. I have NO idea why it does that. My camera and I don't really understand each other yet. BUT it was a nice shot, so I'm putting it here. (If this whole story is about that stupid orange, why is that dumb pumpkin still managing to put in an appearance?) It was in the neighborhood. (Riiiight.) Okay, it's starting to get mold on it and is not long for this world. I'll have to throw it out soon. I'm gonna miss it. (You're pathetic.) Yeah, maybe, but I have some awesome Sumo Citrus waiting to be devoured later on. (Whatever. Tell the people how much you paid for this thing..... Go ahead. Don't be shy.) Ahem.... Err... Ah... (Spit it out.) It doesn't have any seeds in it. (You know what I'm talking about.) Alright. Three dollars and ninety-nine cents. (Your Scots ancestors are spinning in their graves right now. I can hear the whirring sound.) That's morbid. (And you're a rube.) Maybe. But it sure made for a lovely story, dinnit?