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When I was a kid, up to the age of around 16 or 18, I ate oranges like you wouldn't believe. In the months that the store had good ones (those big, juicy Sunkist oranges with the thick skin), I would probably eat three a day, every day. I figure that I ate so much that I should probably have some sort of super power by now, maybe the ability to fly or maybe create oranges out of thin air to hurl at the villains in my life. But I don't have any super powers, unless you call being good at TV trivia a super power.
Anyway, I never really ate blood oranges. But I love the sound of it: blood oranges. After the jump, a recipe for Blood Orange Chicken from the Cooking For 2 blog.
