As children we always found mandarines in our christmas-plate, the fruit tightly connected with my idea of christmas. Now I know why: the harvesting of these golden fruits begins in these days, and huge lorries filled with orange balls are bordering the roads. We had plenty of “Mandalin-bahceler”, Mandarine-gardens, situated a bit deeper than the roads because Mandarine-trees don’t like the wind. But alas! more and more these gardens are replaced by new built houses….
For us too now the Mandarine season begins, njam njam! How delicious!! But two questions remain:
- How did this golden-orange color get into the fruit? Onto the skin –reasonable: the sun here is shining like in the garden of the Hesperides and gives its gold to the fruit, but inside?
- Where does it’s name come from? As I learn, this marvelous fruit comes from China and came to Europe only during the 19th century, though it’s name may come from the Mandarin-language they talk there, but “Tangerine”?:
“Picture yourself in a boat on a river
With tangerine trees and marmalade skies”
From the Beatles, or, maybe, from the Moroccon city of Tangier?