You’d think that living in near terminal sunshine with air naturally scented in citrus would lead a gal to evenings on the porch stoop; knees touching elbows, slowly peeling an orange while wistfully remembering her first love. I’m no rube a blood orange tree weeping under the weight of its fruit is meant to be arancello. It, among other things, is more lustful than wistful.
4-5 blood oranges–washed and dried 3-4 cardamom pods–crushed (optional) 4 cups grain alcohol (everclear) or vodka 3 cups water 3 cups sugar 1/2 cup blood orange juice-strained 3 Tbs honey Remove the peel from the oranges using a vegetable peeler. be careful to avoid any white pith. Place in a sterilized glass jar or crock. Add the cardamom pods, if using. Pour in the alcohol and cover tightly.