Today marked four days that the oranges have been soaking. I'm glad their time finally came because they were starting to look like severely deformed, not-so-fresh ugli fruit, already an aesthetically-challenged food. So non-napping O and I got to work mincing them -well, me mincing, him snitching snacks- and heating them with sugar and lemon juice. I was all prepared to can but no, now they're cooling in anticipation of a night in the fridge. Tomorrow will be the grand finale. Not hard at all but have mercy on this recipe's preparatory time. At least you never sweat or curse, ruing the fact that you forgot this or that and now it's too late. It's all quite relaxed. And pretty.