So I'm on my lunch break at work and I'm peeling an orange while reading the newspaper. I'm not looking at the orange at all, just peeling entirely by feel while I'm engrossed in whatever it is I'm reading.

When I finish peeling the orange, I separate it into two halves and then I finally look down at the orange and my hands and stifle a scream.

Ohhhh wait ... I remember ... this is a blood orange.