But I found a solution….
Pulled the old glass reamer off the kitchen shelf and proceeded to make some fresh squeezed orange juice.
The hardness of the orange peel was deceiving because they gave up a lot of juice.
Fried egg sandwich on wheat toast.
Squeezing OJ this past weekend, I was trying to hold onto that Spring Break mood.
Hand painted glasses from Mary Ellen’s gift shop in Lawrenceville- Divertido- “where everyday is a gift?”
(I have a copy if you are in Pittsburgh)
The annual making of the cranberry-orange relish. I don’t make this any other time of year.I’ve heard lots of different renditions of cranberries and everyone has their favorite. My mother used to use a metal meat grinder and screw it onto a table or chair with a woven potholder to keep the wood from being marred. Her recipe was strictly cranberries and navel orange. I add a Granny Smith and today a HoneyCrisp as well. I used to have one of those grinders and ground relish with Mark when he was a boy in the same manner as my mother. My friend J from Omaha gave me her MagiMix French Processor when she got a Cuisinart. That was more than 25 years ago and it still works. It has a European plug so I have to keep a little extra piece to plug it in. So two bags of cranberries, washed and drained, two oranges, two apples(peel on) 1 3/4 C sugar.
That is all there is to it. Refreshing and tart and sweet simultaneously. And thanks to Susan K for the Turkey towels. Very festive.
Happy Thanksgiving. I will put the bowl in a cardboard box so it doesn’t spill and drive to dinner at the other Grandma’s.
It was a long Monday at school. The PSSA testing began. Six classes of art, out of order with the schedule. And we lost that precious hour this weekend, changing the clocks. After school I headed for the gym. On my way to the gym, I got an idea. I stopped at Ritter’s Diner thinking I might photograph their juke boxes for a memories post. I ordered a cup of Orange Pekoe tea with lemon and started to read the City Paper. And an order of wheat toast with the butter on the side. A small plastic rectangle of grape jelly sat on the plate. But I was sitting there in a small booth reading and on page 36 there was a photograph of some oranges at the bottom left of the page with a recipe for Marmalade. I wished I had it on the toast. Cooking or baking something always relieves stress. So I thought, I have all the ingredients and skipped the gym (uh-oh) went right home and sliced two oranges and a lemon really thin and added 2 cups of boiling water. A full cup of sugar seemed so much (I used 3/4 cup) and cooked it down ’til it looked like marmalade. The scent from the simmering pan was delicious. Growing up I never enjoyed marmalade, preferring honey, strawberry or raspberry jam. My mom would make marmalade or Mrs. Burns from church would bring some to the house. I enjoy the taste now. Tart and sweet. Can’t wait to try it on buttered toast in the morning. (Oh, and the juke boxes have CD’s inside of them now and a putty colored metal and or plastic, not the chrome I was seeking so did not shoot them. Evoked no memories for me. Just the marmalade came from the excursion.
Citrus! Dr. B. sends Steve a box of Indian River Grapefruit for Christmas, all pink inside. R prefers Tangelos. The kids love Clementines. Lemons might be my favorite. Last week our principal had snacks for the teachers. We had to stay at school – make up time. Bummed to stay an extra 3 hours at the end of the day but greeted by this box. The blinds for the library windows are on-order so the sun came out and fell right on the fruit. I peeled the skin and bent it so the oil was on my fingers. I ordered the book Oranges by John McPhee after reading his quote (3-8-10) , his comparing California and Florida oranges. Abstracts for May 7 & 14 1966 Articles in the New Yorker.