Winter storms can be harsh and unforgiving, especially in regions like Central New York. As a visiting scholar at Syracuse University, I experienced firsthand the relentless snowfall and bone-chilling temperatures that seemed to never end. However, amidst the icy grip of winter, I found solace in a simple yet important tradition – eating citrus fruit.

Sumo oranges quickly became my go-to choice for this tradition, although lemons and limes would suffice in a pinch. The idea of indulging in citrus fruit during winter storms stemmed from my time in Syracuse, where snowstorms were a common occurrence thanks to the proximity to Lake Ontario. The snow would start falling in October and wouldn’t let up until May, with temperatures plummeting and the wind feeling like it could steal the very essence of your being. It was as if Mab, the Fairy Queen of Winter, reigned supreme in that part of the world for a good portion of the year.

Despite the harsh conditions outside, citrus fruit was surprisingly abundant in Central New York. Every grocery store would be stocked with mountains of fresh, high-quality citrus, thanks in part to the Alchian-Allen Effect. This economic principle meant that the citrus available in New York was often of better quality than what you could find in Florida, a true testament to the wonders of global trade and cooperation.

Whenever a winter storm was on the horizon, I would stock up on citrus, retreat to the warmth of my apartment, and watch as the storm raged outside. Snuggled up with my cat, I found comfort in the simple act of enjoying a piece of fruit while nature’s fury unfolded beyond my window. It was a reminder of the marvels of human cooperation and the invisible hand of the market, which brought these tropical fruits thousands of miles to my doorstep.

Now living in Louisiana, where winter storms are a rarity, I still uphold my tradition of eating citrus during inclement weather. As a significant storm approaches (significant by Louisiana standards, that is), I have a Sumo orange waiting for me as a sweet and citrusy defense against Winter’s wrath. The image of the storm howling outside while I enjoy a piece of fruit serves as a reminder of the beauty and simplicity of traditions, no matter where life may take us.