Last night I decided I would be a good daughter and help my mom make cranberry orange nut muffins for the girls in her office. Of course, this means I get to eat at least one, which makes the laborious cutting of cranberries and so forth worth it.
I thought I had bought everything we needed, until she asked about the orange juice. (Hangs head.) Luckily, I had been smart enough to buy a large bag of oranges for the stockings. I took to juicing those babies as best I could without a single juicing implement. That's right, folks. Not a mechanical juicer one lives in my house. I thought I'd be smart and use the ultimate chopper. Almost useless. I used the whole microwave the orange and then roll it around until it's mushy. Combining those two is a bad idea. You end up squirting orange stuff all over the kitchen.
Do you know how many oranges it takes to get 1 1/2 cups of juice? Four, evidently. I juiced four oranges literally by hand, all the while little pieces of orange are squirting this way and that out of my hands. When I was done, there was almost nothing left but a few mauled orange rinds and the orange guts pulp sitting in a sad little pile. I had killed the oranges. And it felt good.
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