Out of the Orange

“It’s not the cone,” said Leandra grumpily. Lots of things made Leandra grumpy lately, especially changes out of the blue. Or in this case, orange.
“It’s the color orange.”

“Orange”

“You heard me. In nature, orange means good things, like pumpkins, and juice, and autumn leaves, and sunsets. But when you paint something orange it usually means something not-so-good. Except, of course, if it’s Halloween. And even Halloween is scary sometimes.”

One Day and One Amazing Morning on Orange Street
Joanne Rocklin

A Kingly Name

King Barf isn’t actually named King Barf. His real name is King Bartholomew Archibald Reginald Fife, a fine, kingly name—a name with a great destiny, of course. But I don’t care how handsome or powerful that name makes you. It’s a mouthful. So for short I call him King Barf, though I’d never say it out loud.

Rump: The True Story of Rumpelstiltskin
Liesl Shurtliff

Shutliff, Liesl - RUMP

National Ice Cream Day

Today is National Ice Cream Day! Of course, we went right for a double-scoop of magic.

Jonah plopped a spoonful of Chocolate Orange Switcheroo into my glass. “Try this one.”

I took a small bite to start with. The ice cream melted against my tongue, sweet and fruity and smooth. Then came the switcheroo part a chocolate fudgy flavor that caused the corners of my jaws to tingle with happiness.

Bittersweet
Tangy
Citrus

Crazy good!

 

A Snicker of Magic
Natalie Lloyd
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Flying Keys

Not for nothing, though, was Harry the youngest Seeker in a century. He had a knack for spotting things that other people didn’t. After a minute’s weaving about through the whirl of rainbow feathers, he noticed a large silver key that had a bent wing, as if it had already been caught and stuffed roughly into the keyhole.

Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone
J. K. Rowling

Rowling, J.K. - HP Sorcerer's Stone

Meat Mush

She pushes a bowl in front of Bailey, motions for me to get the ground meat and eggs and salt and onions, and soon we are mushing our hands in the meat mush, squishing it and squeezing it, and the garlic-onion-spareribs-bay-leaf-oregano-tomatoes are swirling in the big pot, and the smells are wrapping around us, and I am dizzy with it, with the smells and the squished meat and the play going on in my head.

Granny Torrelli Makes Soup
Sharon Creech

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