Almost sixty years ago, when I was a Girl Scout, I made a pomander by sticking whole cloves in an apple. It took forever and made my fingers sore, as I covered the entire surface so that not a speck of red could be seen. And the pomander -- a Christmas gift for my mother -- hung in her closet for years -- the apple shrinking and drying and the cloves smelling wonderful.
About twenty years ago, I thought it might be nice to repeat the endeavor, possibly using oranges or tangerines as I'd seen done in a magazine somewhere -- some nice patterns and you don't have to cover the entire surface.
So I ordered a pound of whole cloves. And that's as far as I got. The cloves have been sitting in a jar on a shelf all that time. (They keep very well.)
But while finding things to occupy my time while waiting to hear from Herself -- ironing, rearranging the living room to get ready for the Christmas tree, cleaning out the refrigerator -- I was about to throw out (well, give to the chickens) some clementines that weren't very good -- not rotten, just a bit dry -- and suddenly I thought of those cloves.
Things to do while waiting. . .