“I don’t know if I’ve ever seen you this happy,” said Edwin, as I maniacally continued to juice some oranges. I was getting way too excited about the freshly squeezed goodness I was about to enjoy.
My friend Wenny just moved into a little bungalow with her fiance, and along with the new house came some old orange trees. The oranges from these trees, I dare say, are the best I’ve ever had. The first time I bit into one, I was shocked by how juicy and sweet they were. And now, I’m addicted to them. I feel like I’m constantly asking Wenny to bring me more oranges. Last night I finally got to see these magic orange trees in person, and Wenny let me pick as many as I wanted. I was in heaven!
This morning I woke up and looked at the clock. It was just after 7. Why I continue to wake up early on days I can finally sleep in, I don’t understand. I was just about to fall back asleep, when something popped into my head…oranges. I felt myself get excited. But no, I wanted to enjoy sleeping in. I drifted out, then woke up again – closer to 8:30. Again, I thought about those sweet oranges awaiting me in the kitchen, just calling me to come juice them. No! I told myself. An hour later, I gave in and jumped out of bed.
I quickly washed all the oranges I picked last night. Should I juice them all? Or should I leave a few to eat? It was the hardest decision I’ve faced all week. Whoever said “you can’t have your cake and eat it too” never had any of Wenny’s oranges.
I finally opted for juicing, and managed to get almost a whole pitcher of juice out of these golden babies! Just check them out…
The final product. Liquid gold, I tell you.
I have seriously come a long way from New York City.