There’s a juicer in my house. Technically, I guess there are two. There’s a machine that you plug into an outlet then use a plastic plunger type tool to push the to-be-juiced object into the whirring blades. It hasn’t been used since my roommate, its owner, moved it. I don’t know when it was last used. I took it out to examine it as a candidate. I immediately put it back in the box and returned it to its storage location. It, obviously, has been used. And when last used wasn’t properly cleaned. I’m not sure why I’m divulging all this unnecessary, kind of gross information to you except to say, I am juicer!!
Why didn’t anyone tell me how AWESOME freshly squeezed juice is??? It is far superior than bottled up, purchased straight from the store juice. Oh, I’m so excited about this orange juice. So the process is simply. Look:
I have a bowl. I have a strainer. I have the best juice now.
And it was hand squeezed. Fancy, right?
What’s even more exciting that glorious glasses is thinking of all the recipes I might use the juice and, of course, these guys for:
If anyone needs zest, at all, please let me know! I have about a pound of oranges here for the zesting.
Oh, boy. Stay tuned. I’ll keep you posted. Promise.