Oh, my darlin' clementine
I caught a glimpse of myself in my rearview mirror the other morning and saw that I was laughing. It wasn't brought on by something I heard on the radio. I was chuckling at my crazy self as I drove 10 miles to the grocery store in town. It was 8 o'clock in the morning and the thermometer at my house read 2 below zero. All I needed: clementines. You see, I wanted to make granita.