Blood orange marmalade

Back in the winter of 2003, San Francisco was rocked by the battle of the citrus. Three contenders, but only one survived. The others? Reduced to a pile of pulp, peel and juice.

The seville orange made a courageous last stand. The pomelo looked like he wouldn’t give up. No, he was after blood. Wait. Blood? Did someone say blood? Right. A mad army of blood oranges were pulling up the rear. A surprise attack!


The mighty blood orange prevails. And preserved.


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