When my parents spent the winters there and we used to visit, my father made orange juice every morning from them. They make the best juice on earth. Every year, my parents used to send a giant box of honeybells and grapefruits every January...more than we needed. After my father died in 1987, my mother continued to send them every year. Then she stopped going to Florida.
They are expensive, so I never treated myself to a box of them. This year, the last chance to order was a bargain, so I decided to do something nice for myself.
What on earth will I do with a couple of dozen honeybells? What was I thinking? Maybe I was just looking for a taste of the past, or some sweetness without calories. I ate one over the sink yesterday (that's what you have to do becasue they are so juicy. Today I took the vintage juicer I grew up with in New Jersey, down from the shelf of collectibles. It is cast aluminum, made in New Britain, CT, probably around 1950. Imagine.
I don't remember my mother ever using it -- she opened cans of Snow Crop Frozen Orange juice and added water. Daddy squeezed oranges. Maybe tomorrow morning I will make some juice for myself.