Orange Freezer

It’s citrus season here in the desert and my wife and I are busy plucking oranges from the tree. We will get a couple of boxes, each about 65 pounds/30kg, of oranges and then juice them. Then we pick more oranges, and repeat the process.

We used to use a little Phillips brand juicer that really was designed to make a glass, or two, of juice per day, not boxes and boxes of oranges at a time. That it survived years of this misuse is absolutely amazing. I still use it when I want to make juice from a few pieces of citrus.

Last year, I bought a *HEAVY DUTY* Hamilton Beach HCJ967 citrus juicer. This is a 30 pound (13kg) monster of a machine that is designed for this kind of use. After 3 hours of operation, it is still cool to the touch. It wasn’t cheap when I bought it, and after just looking at the current price of the juicer, the price has gone up, or I received a large discount, or, most likely, both happened.

If too much liquid is placed into the freezer at one time, the freezer can’t remove the heat fast enough and the freezer’s inside temperature will warm up to the point where the other frozen foods will partially thaw. So, now we are limited by the freezer and not the juicer.

So far, I have 9 gallons of orange juice in the freezer and I’ve given away 3 gallons of it to my wife’s friend/banjo teacher. His father is 90 years old and as the banjo teacher puts it, “Orange juice makes his world go around”. Since we will be moving soon, they will get even more of the orange juice.

Everyone in my extended family has lived into their 90s and even early 100s. Except for the last couple of years of my mother’s life, all had perfectly intact mental capabilities until their last few weeks on earth. Even as a young child, I was fascinated when I would hear them talk of “their times” and this is even more so now that I’m older. When I’m around someone that age and they are still “mentally alive”, it’s as if I’m in the world’s most wonderful library. And, when they die, it’s as if that library has burned down.

Maybe I can trade some orange juice for time to talk with the banjo teacher’s father. 🙂