Mandarins from Tamborine

For someone who really enjoys a good mandarin, I don't ever buy them. 

Nervous, after wasting dollar after dollar on sub-par mandarins from the grocery store, I know just live the season out without buying a single one. 

Luckily, once a year, if I time it well, I can visit my Aunt on Tamborine Mountain and collect these palm-sized mandarins. 

And once you have tasted perfection, you can never go back. 

I visited a few weeks back and when I tumble my bounty into the platter at home, their skins glistened with remnant raindrops.

It looked like this...