As I sit sipping orange juice and staring into space (because I’m too ill to manage anything more productive… like homework), I’m reminded of the best orange juice I ever tasted. When my family and I visited Greece, our hotel in Athens had a juicing machine in the breakfast room. You stuck a glass under the spout, fed it a couple of fresh oranges, and out came the highlight of your breakfast. It couldn’t get any fresher if I’d picked the oranges off the tree myself.
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