Running short of interesting topics at the moment– (how can that be?), so decided perhaps the pantry might amuse you. And me. (If not, just consider it a wasted 5 and give me a break.) My ‘pantry’ by the way is not a room. It is a cabinet in my kitchen. Large cabinet, but none the less, cabinet.
Do you know what this contraption is? 
It is a very expensive way to squeeze oranges (and other sundry citrus). But, it is very heavy, works quite well, using the leverage principle, and I found it at a yard sale for $12. (Now, calculate how many oranges I would need to squeeze to get a quart of juice and add on $12 (they retail, I discovered, for $80 plus), add in your time value, and if you are retired, it’s relatively nothing, so scrap that, and then go check the price of one of those frozen concentrated cans of juice. Compare and contrast in 200 words or less.) Yes, I am a genius. No doubt.
Oh, and you won’t believe this, but I actually bought it at a sale because I liked the color. I had no idea what it was to be used for. I had never seen one before. Also another buyer was looking suspiciously like she was going to grab it, so I grabbed it first. I couldn’t lift it with one hand, because it was a) heavy and b) has suction cups on the bottom, so I more or less made somewhat of a dramatic ‘grab’ which turned into a strong ‘tug’ to get it out from under her nose and had to use both hands (to my surprise). Then, I was forced to buy it out of embarrassment. As heavy as it is, I figured it had to be good for SOMETHING! if only scrap metal. It is. It will smash your fingers if you happen to have it up and it decides, randomly, to lower itself. In other words, it bites.
It also looks great when you open my pantry doors. It sits in front of the white bread machine, which I also never use, along side of my SECOND white mixer and the blender. I am well-stocked with equipment. I told you I was a genius. I also look like a professional cook. (I have a lot of people fooled that way.)
Ah…but don’t you dare think I stop here. Oh NO! No stopping with the juicers at one……..
I, my friends, am the proud owner of not one, but TWO old glass juicers! Yes, I am. One was my mother’s and the other I found at a sale and decided I should have a spare. Just in case. This was before I bought the red machine above. So, take a look at these beauties:
A friend from California emailed and asked if I would look for a glass juicer at sales for her. (I think they do not have sales there, but if they do, they do not have old things at their sales because, as we know, California is a very young state and people who moved there did not bring glass juicers with them when they relocated). (Except my friend. Who did bring hers and now, 50 years later, it is broken and she needs another. Without any recourse other than MOI! Her ‘old’ friend.)
(They do have a lot of citrus in California, far more, I’d venture, than in Middle Tennessee. At least far more than right in my neighborhood, which is only known for Pandas, but we won’t get into that right now.)
If my friend desires one of the glass ones, I will gladly ship it to her. Whether she does or not, I am considering buying one of those electric juicers (at a sale—I run across them often) that spits out the pulp on one side and the juice on the other. It will juice about anything you can cram into it, and I thought that might be an interesting addition to my menu if not my kitchen. Gives a whole new twist to ‘fast food’. (Plus, I’d love to look like Jack Lalane’s wife and he and she famously juiced. All the time. And worked out. And made a lot of money. And lived a long time. I know he has gone on to his juicy reward, but I think she is still on this earthly plane. Except for the money making part, I can only imagine what a FUN COUPLE they were. I may be 110, but I’m not THAT old……come on……….)
Then again, likely not. I’d have to dispose of the bread machine and I’m kind of attached to it. One of these days I may begin making bread again with it. I hate to dispose of it just for the space a big juice machine would require. (Besides, let’s face reality here. I will never look like Jack Lalane’s wife or even close, no matter how many fruits I juice. And also, I don’t even LIKE fruit.)
P.S. What does one do with the pulp the juice machine spits out? Does it go in the compost machine? No, I do not have one, they are not allowed where I live. I have a Rubber Maid bin. With holes poked in it and suppposedly worms. Which came in while the thing was on the ground. I didn’t put them in. I don’t like worms either. And, no I will not go check.
P.P.S. Does anyone know if Pandas like juice? Or pulp?
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