Friday, March 29, 2013
Today is the last day of fresh-squeezed orange juice until next winter. This is one of my great seasonal pleasures. My mother always squeezed fresh orange juice, and I have followed her example all my life. I wrote about the first day of the season a few years ago. And the juicer also made an earlier appearance on a 'Tools of the trade' post. This year I couldn't find my beloved Temples, but I made do with Minneolas and Honey tangerines. In addition to the delicious taste, the oranges offer a burst of color in the kitchen as I look out at a white landscape.