After dinner at my godparents' house, Petula (eldest daughter-in-law) started peeling oranges. I noticed they were a deeper color. We both gasped and said, "Blood orange?" In HK? The maid had accidentally purchased "blood oranges" (in quotes because after some research, Petula found out that these are actually cara cara oranges grown in northern CA...oh well. They're still really tasty!). Petula said, "This is a pink sticker! Look for the pink sticker." We couldn't for the life of us figure out how these oranges got mixed in with the others. Because Chinese people don't really eat blood oranges. Well, whatever, the orange was really delicious. I left thinking that would be the last I'd hear about them.
NOPE.
The next day, I was at my local park-n-shop. I wasn't even looking for them but then I saw the pink sticker!!!! And then I heard the clerk saying they would be getting rid of them the following day because no one was buying them! I quickly grabbed six. (I know, you're asking, "Only six?" Doesn't sound like me. You're right. If I had my own fridge I would've gotten at least twelve.) Hahaha. They were gone in two days.
Three days later, I went to another park-n-shop, a smaller one. I spotted the pink sticker again! This time, the blood oranges were bagged and sold at a discount. OMG. Hahahaha. I bought enough for me, and extra to take to my godparents' so Petula can take some home. She couldn't find any in Tuen Mun (far far away from Shatin).
I hope they keep showing up at my local park-n-shop so I can get a couple every other day.
Funny tidbit: Before I realized they were in the smaller park-n-shop, I had asked Dorothy to see if she sees them at the store near her. She found them and the next day texted me to say, "Come get your bloody oranges. They are on your desk." Apparently auto correct does not know that there is such a thing as "blood orange." Hahahahaha (Okay, it was funnier when it showed up on text...)
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