I bought an eight pound bag of delicious oranges a few weeks ago. I guess it’s orange season at the grocery store. They were so juicy, tasty, and good for me I bought a second bag. I did not share the second bag of fruit globes with anyone, like I did the first time. I’ve not yet been able to eat all eight pounds of oranges in over a week. So, it should come as no surprise that one of them has finally decided to turn on me.
My breakfast usually consists of hot green tea, some sort of egg or turkey sausage, plain yogurt, and some fruit. But this colorful, spore-ific beauty gave me reason to pause from my morning routine to take photos. Needless to say, I didn’t eat this little guy for breakfast.
I wonder if it is possible to guide the direction and shape of mold. I’d like to find an orange with mold in the shape of the continents. Maybe I could sell it on eBay, along side the toast with burns in the shape of Virgin Mary and the Abe Lincoln potato chip. It would have to be a short sale, before it started to look more like Venus than Earth.