DD gets a fruit bag every week home from nursery. She saw the clementine, she wanted it.
Cue me spending ages attempting to prise off one centimetre of peel at a time with my very inadequate fingernails, only to be anbushed with a teflon-like coating of pith underneath which I managed to remove eventually after spraying myself with sticky, stinky zest.
And then, to top it off, the bloody thing had seeds in it, which pushed all my PFB buttons so I had to remove those as well.
At which point I realised it was probably an orange not a clementine and taking a knife to it would have been more sensible
TG the damn thing was edible. If DD had made her "sour orange" face I would probably have wept.
It's ok nursery, I don't have laundry or cooking or cleaning to do, I can spend half an hour peeling a sodding orange and wiping up the mess afterwards, can't I?