Okay, get out all the I told you so's. And I'll get out all the I'm sorry's. Because I am not afraid to admit when I am wrong. And, in the case I was so so wrong. I denigrated the Satsuma, I ripped it to shreds, I proclaimed it unworthy of being included in the citrus family, I swore it was never ever going to pass my lips again. And then it did.
Now how did that happen. It was too easy, my neighbor, who is a joy and delight and shares all the information and bounties of the earth he cultivates made me an offer I couldn't refuse. He offered me some lemons, which I love and can never get enough of. And then he offered me some grapefruit, and then, he offered the Satsuma. Well, how could I refuse. I had accepted the lemons and the lovely pink grapefruits, and how could I possibly in all graciousness refuse the Satsuma. So I took them and dutifully carried them home. I figures I could give them to some one else. That very same day, my daughter came in with two delightfully orange very pleasant looking pieces of fruit that looked delicious, I asked her what they were. She told me a long winding tale of how someone had brought in a tub of the golden fruit and nearly caused a stampede and because she was unfamiliar with the fruit she only took the two pieces. As she sat down to enjoy one, and share it around, she took the first segment of the fruit and announced it delicious and sweet.
As I tried it an agreed, she said, it is a Satsuma. What, a Satsuma. What, this bore no resemblance to the wickedly bitter fruit I had given too many chances to. I could not have been more surprised. this could not be what I knew as a Satsuma. This little fruit tasted great, it was pretty and delightful. Wow, this was a Satsuma, I liked it and I could not believe this was it's true taste. I had to investigate. I had to find out if this was really the true taste of the legendary Satsuma or a fluke. Well, I did have a whole bunch of Satsuma that my neighbor had just given me. Challenge, let's see if this is truly the Satsuma, or just a lucky break by nature.
Well long story short, it was not a fluke of nature it was true, ding ding, ding. This was what nature made and it was delicious. It was sweet and delicious and wonderful and deserving of being the fruit legends are made of. In my delirium, I offered Satsumas to everyone that came to the house. And, before you knew it, I was down to three Satsuma, the fruit of legends had flown out of the house like the treasures they are.
So I stand corrected, the Satsuma is a delicious, delightful piece of citrus, worthy of all its accolades. Satsumas for everyone. I stand forever corrected. Excuse me I am sorry I was wrong.
