Oranges -----> Orange Juice

You gotta love Florida, where breakfast sits waiting to be harvested. In this case, "gleaned", the act of picking fruit off the ground lest it rot and serve no good but perhaps to feed the rats. Yes, I did mean rats, in this case citrus rats which nobody needs to feed, least of all those on Ripley's evening walking path. We pass this way on our neighborhood rounds every early morning and late evening. There's also a lemon tree on that property, but lately no lemons have fallen. When they do, I'll make lemonade.

Of course, early morning is when the pickin' is best, especially after a windy night. These particular oranges fell to the ground on a nearby property which has been vacant and for sale for all the time we've lived nearby. The property is listed for over two million dollars, so I suspect we'll have another season of oranges.....way too high, even with the view.

The orange juicer is one of my favorite kitchen appliances, and very "man capable" of operating. To prove it, see how I've transformed three oranges into tomorrow's breakfast drink. After straining, I'll have a good eight ounces of cold, fresh juice for my breakfast. Oh, and Ripley also likes O.J. - but then again, whatever his daddy likes, Ripley likes.

And now, for those who love O.J. stories - what was the difference between O.J. and John Elway? One drove a slow, white Bronco. The other WAS a slow, white Bronco.