Slave labor

Grandma has a lemorange tree in the backyard. Almost 30 years ago my parents planted a lemon, a lime, and and orange tree in close proximity to one another. I think there was some crazy cross pollination and now the only tree left bears a fruit that has the skin of a lemon, the flesh of an orange, and the tartness of a lime.

Well Gramma loves it when her trees are overflowing with fruit and loves it even more when she can squeeze her own fresh juice, no matter how tart the juice is!

Now it's even better because she has a willing accomplice who not only loves picking the fruit but using the 50 lb juicer. And since he doesn't drink any of the juice, it's all profit for her!

Anyone up for some freshly squeezed lemorange juice?







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