The unsung hero of the salad
Yes, I’m talking about you, mandarin orange. You show up unexpectedly and yet you never fail to provide my mouth with sweet, orangey goodness. You are the burst of fresh air in a musty closet full of salad wannabes. Some people like pears or apples, but I’m sticking by you.
Even your color shows me that you refused to be ignored. Jack-in-the-Box puts you in the Asian Chicken Salad so that even I can overlook their refusal to commit to a specific ethnic group (would it be so wrong to say Chinese Chicken Salad? See these comments from Margaret Cho). Yes, sometimes your image is sullied when people include you in their retched jello creations, but I have faith that you can redeem yourself.
As someone who sometimes has to trick herself into eating vegetables, I must also thank you for being so tasty. There are only so many vinaigrettes and mixed green lettuces that a person can endure. That burst of orange that you have, mandarin orange, plus the fact that you look so Technicolor and delicious (as only a child of the 80s can imagine while gazing delightfully at your orange-glowing color).
So thanks, mandarin orange, for making my salad days bearable.
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