WHEN I was in Guate one of my favorite treats were mandarin oranges sold off of a cart along the street. The woman who sold them started peeling and packaging as soon as she saw me coming (golly, did she have a way with a knife). The tiny little segments came packaged in an equally tiny little plastic bag and I ordered them up sprinkled with coarse salt and chili powder.
TODAY I happened upon some mandarin oranges that are every bit as good as the ones in Guatemala! Grace and Ella and I ate them (LOTS of them) with coarse salt and chile powder AND minus the awe inspiring volcano view it was almost as good as being there.