A Day in History: The Orange

This post is the documentation of a moment in history.  The day that I opened an orange for the first time. I have eaten oranges before, I just happened to never have peeled any of them...  My parents would peel oranges for me as a kid.  If snacks were offered and sliced oranges were a choice, I might be inclined to take one.  However, if there was ever the choice between an apple and an orange - whole fruits - I would easily choose the apple.  Why?  No work involved!

On Monday, when my parents came to celebrate my dad's birthday, my mom brought some food for me: roast, some sort of chicken breasts, persian food, kiwi, tomatoes, pears, and oranges.  Tonight, I was daring and went for an orange...and it was quite the adventure!

I began by jabbing my thumb into the bottom portion of the orange, hoping it would be something like peeling a Clementine (I eat those all the time; easy to peel!).  Unfortunately, after little clumps of skin came off, I realized peeling an orange was not going to be like peeling a Clementine.  I then went to plan B: the knife.  I think I remember that my dad used to cut off the top portion of the orange and make thin slices (the thickness of the skin) down the sides.  He would then work from the top to the bottom with his finger, peeling perfect strips of orange skin.  This seemed to work quite well, and I have now officially peeling an orange all by myself!

While eating that delicious orange, I wondered if there was a better {less messy} way to get to the yummy inside of the orange.  Perhaps cutting it into quarters or sixths?  I think that's what soccer mom's do...right?

Does anyone have advice on how to peel an orange?  I'm sure I could Google a tutorial, but I'd rather hear from friends.  Comment away!  :)