vintage girl
02-08-2010, 07:11 AM
I will never be Martha Stewart, not even close to being a domestic goddess, but I do try. My hubs loves to garden. I loathe gardening. But I do love the benefits of it. Right now we have fresh cauliflower, broccoli, lettuce, brussell sprouts, carrots and onions. I can steam anything, so we have had wonderful steamed veggies almost everyday. We also have multiple fruit trees. That is where the problem comes in. What do I do with pounds and pounds of oranges, tangerines, tangelos, lemons and grapefruit??? Okay let's juice!!! Sounds easy doesn't it:p Again. let me repeat, I am not Martha Stewart. I can barely operate my toaster. Sooooo I go to Walmart and buy an extractor. Great deal only $30. Well I burn up the motor. Go back to Walmart and spend $60. Three hours later I have 1/4 cup of juice. Now I take out the big guns. QVC here I come. $350 and I have the mega juicer of all time. My hubs is so proud. I am finally showing an interest in his crop. He even went out and bought me one of those geeky forehead lights so that I can pick the fruit when I get home from work and it is dark. Found out why I burned out the motor in the first one and why the second one did not work either. You have to PEEL the citrus. Hello, if I am going to peel the fruit, I might as well just eat it that way. Took me over an hour to peel enough oranges to get two glasses of juice. Okkkaayy, QVC juicer is on it's way back to QVC. Reason: I said it was not user friendly:o Okay I am not giving up. I may not be a good juicer, but I am persistant. So back to Wallyworld for a simple citrus juicer. Just cut the oranges in half, hold gently on the extractor and voila. Delicious fresh juice. Oh my gosh it was working. I was even enjoying myself. The dogs were all nesteled at my feet, I even put on an apron. The juice smelled wonderful, it was such a lovely shade of orange/yellow. I swear I heard angels singing in the background. My husband came over and said "have I told you lately how much I love you". Mind you, he left the superbowl game that was on the TV to tell me this. Maybe I am not Martha Stewart, but I just might be a Martha Stewart in training. I picked up one more delicious golden orange. I placed it on the juicing cone, the sun burst through the clouds, the angels began their chorus, AND nothing. I broke another juicer. Now for the million dollar question. Why is it my mothers fault? Apparently she dropped me on my head as a small child:eek::rolleyes: