Best. Orange Juice. Ever.

The juicing setup.
Always thoughtful and unfailingly solicitous of our good health, WonderNoona recently shipped us a crate of fresh-picked Temple Oranges from Florida for the purpose of preventing Academics-Onset Scurvy. (You get it if you study too much. Don't even get me started on Under-Employment Rickets...all I can say is “Chocolate”…)

Anyway, these oranges were amazing: absolutely bursting with juice, nearly rind less, teeming with seeds, but in a lively sort of way, as if they were the adage "be fruitful" illustrated in rind and pulp and potential. They made such exquisite juice, sweet, tart, and bright, that they are now entirely used up, and all that remains are these commemorative photos. Bless your heart, Noonetta, with your generous help, a severe case of A-O Scurvy has been averted once more.

Thin-skinned and bursting with juice.

If we lived somewhere warmer, I could plant my own orange grove.