Blood oranges. I came home to Sicily after a 3 week vacation in the US to discover that the oranges had suddenly ripened. I couldn't have asked for a better welcome home that that. I am now completely in love with my morning breakfast ritual at home for it revolves entirely around a glass of freshly squeezed orange juice. Everything about this juice is gorgeous. The scent, the color, and of course the taste. I love how no two glasses are the same color. The shades vary from ruby red to dark, peachy orange. The taste also varies slightly from batch to batch. My husband seems to know where the best ones are sold. But when it comes down to it, it would be pretty hard to get a bad orange juice at the moment given that we are in Sicily's prime orange season. So I'll just keep waking up with a smile on my facing knowing that I have a bowl full of juicy oranges waiting to be squeezed and savoured for the perfect way to start my day. I wish I could invite you all over for a taste because this is one of those things that words just cannot describe!