I'm sure you've heard of the famed Valencia orange. Spraying a mist so sweet upon peeling back that first strip of rind that you'd swear you were inhaling flowers. I used to wait for my local grocery store to post the sign, Valencia Oranges $1.99/lb!, snubbing the California and Florida varieties because afterall, everything is better in Spain, right? What I didn't know, but do now was that I was being tricked. Maybe not 100% of the time, but well, yeah, a good portion of it. Turns out those sneaky Valencians were plagiarizing their produce. Okay, fine. I've got the wrong word - I know you can't really plagiarize an orange but it's all I could come up with before my third cup of coffee has kicked in. Let me explain...
I'm writing this post from the front porch of our house. As I look out the window, past the goat path and beyond the neighbor's chicken coop, I see
|Squeezing and bottling three liters |
of liquid gold: 20 minutes
|Tasting that first glass of real, fresh (and free)|
orange juice with no sugars & no preservatives:
The whole thing makes me sad for us. We're like a bad Pollack joke down here in Andalucia. How do we get our local government and orange growers to see the forest through the trees? So while you chew on that one for me, I'm gonna head out to the back yard and pick some more off the trees to squeeze and bottle for tomorrow's breakfast.
Tropicana still has nothing on us here in Spain.