I’ve been checking daily at my corner supermarket, running around town knocking on fruit shop doors, and visiting the twice-a-week, open-air market in my fair city of Vicenza in search of only one thing: an orange, but not just any orange.
I’m in pursuit of one of Italy’s great winter blessings: l’Arancia Rossa di Sicilia, or the Blood Orange of Sicily, the most colorful of oranges that I just can’t wait to get my hands on and mouth around.
Repeatedly, I’ve been told by local produce experts, “They’re late!” But, finally, my wait is over as the new season of the orange-of-a-different-color has finally arrived up north.
The revered l’Arancia Rossa di Sicilia, with its deep red flesh and a rind that has a bright blush, comes in three varieties: Moro, Sanguinello and Tarocco. Take your pick, they’re all juicy and delicious and come with the European Union’s stamp of approval: Indicazionze Geografica Protetta (Protected Geographical Indication).
Blood oranges of varying types are also grown in Spain, Texas, California, China and Australia, but the leader of the pack comes from the rich earth found on the eastern side of the island of Sicily in the provinces of Catania, Enna, Ragusa and Siracusa.
The blood orange get’s its deep red pigment from anthocyanin, a great antioxidant. It’s loaded with vitamin C along with calcium, folate and thiamine. And, one medium size blood orange packs 28% of the recommended daily intake of dietary fiber.
But, the best part of the blood orange, the reason why it stands head and shoulders above the crowd, is its unique taste, a distinct raspberry-like flavor along with the usual citrus notes.
For the next couple of months I’ll squeeze her to death every morning and savor each and every drop. And, throughout the day, I’ll peel away her skin for a tasty, juicy, healthy snack.
For me, nothing says wintertime around the Bel Paese better than l’Arancia Rossa di Sicilia.
SALUTE!
by Tom Weber
Tom is a veteran print-broadcast journalist who resides in the Colli Euganei (Euganean Hills) in the province of Padova in the Veneto region of northestern Italy. He hosts the eclectic travel/foodie/photography blog The Palladian Traveler.com, is a regular contributor to Los Angeles-based TravelingBoy.com, and is a member of the International Travel Writers Alliance. Feel free to follow Tom as he “meanders along the cobblestone to somewhere.”
I am not receiving my daily notes….have no other way of contacting you…please help! I start my day with Italian Notebook…..
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My wife and I had a glass of fresh squeezed blood orange juice when visiting the Isle of Capri several winters ago and still talk about it to this day. The single best beverage I have ever tasted in my life.
Joe — I just had a glass of freshly squeezed Moro blood orange juice before I sat down behind the computer. Tell you what, I’ll have another one in honor of you and your wife. You’re right, it’s the best thing in the morning. Thanks for the comment.
Ah, delicious memories….. By chance I found some blood oranges locally at the supermarket, apparently grown in the USA. I wanted to take a picture of the juicy fleshy fruit but could not resist…..eating it before I could juice or shoot it. Not to be compared with the spremute of past winters in warm Italian bars of the Veneto.
Sigrid — I ate them all through wintertime when I lived in CA. Buona salute!
Where can we find these oranges?
Anita — That depends where you live. Let me know.
The first frozen orange juice that I know of in Italy was made with the Sicilian Tarocchi. In the early 60’s we would down litres of this wonderful juice every day. But, alas, once it became popular they pressed with a little too much enthusiasm and one had juice of the entire orange, including the rind. But the tarocco, moro and sanguinello were always short-live in the family fruit bowl. Unfortunately the blood oranges from California cannot compare.
David — Having lived in California for quite a while, I enjoyed the blood oranges from a nearby orchard. Better than none at all. Now that I’m back in the Bel Paese, I’ll enjoy them several times a day, sans the peel, until the season is over.
I was just in Vicenza for a few days to attend the opening of a new exhibition of antique maps of Rome at the Palladio Museum. No blood oranges, but wonderful food, for example at IL Pestello! I love Vicenza, even in the rain.
Patricia — You must have missed their arrival at the produce shops and supermarkets around town. Al Pestello is a cozy little place, isn’t it?
Send you up crates of them, if you like Tom!
Marian — Thanks for the offer, but I now have plenty of suppliers of Moro bloods around town.
Can you get them in England, in the Midlands?
Excellent note by the way.
Angela — You’ll have to ask your local grocers and fruit markets. I’m sure they’re exported to up there. Let me know if find them in your neck of the woods.
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Michael — Apples are good, especially those in the Trentino around Val di Non. I’ll be on the lookout for those Pink Lady’s when they come to market. Now, about blood oranges…
This was a wonderful note, and not at all overstated!
Thanks, Stuart. To your health with blood oranges.
You paint a Bloody good picture of a Fruit worthy of a Salute
Ha ha! Thanks, Giuseppe!
Great story, great fruit drink, always perfect for breakfast with cornetto integrale and café in the local. Thanks for sharing!
Thanks, Giovanni!