Sunday, 10 February 2013
Meanwhile, on the other side of London, I am being equally tragic, but in a more kitchen-counter-cluttering-kind-of-way. I have discovered (thank you John Lewis cookware department) the electric citrus juicer.
It is funny how life's small pleasures are often the greatest. Discovering a £20 note in a jacket you've not worn for a year, breaking the foil on a new jar of Nutella or getting a seat on a crowded tube, increasingly fill me with more joy than the bigger stuff. If that is what getting old is about, then I am IN.
So back to the juicer. Me and my 4yo start each day with a glass of freshly-squeezed orange. This time of year, our juice is flamingo-pink from the blood oranges that are in season and some times we sneak in a rogue grapefruit too. It is a cheap, delicious, vitamin-C-clad way to start the day and so much nicer than anything from a carton. I also think it helps explain why I rarely get colds anymore.
I used to squeeze my oranges on this handheld version - nice to look at, cheap to buy, but ultimately impractical, unless you like pips. So I traded up for this one that catches pips, but doesn't hold much liquid and is a bit messy. And then I discovered this one. The Rolls Royce (well, Skoda Flavia, at least) of juicers. It is fast, cheap (£15) and wrings out every last drop of juice. It has a removable, dishwasher proof jug, that holds nearly half a litre. You just press a button and the middle bit whizzes around and you catch the juice underneath. It does look/sound a bit like a sex toy. Although I have no empirical knowledge of this. I promise. Either way, it is in short a game changer and I love it.
Posted by Lucymmcdonald@gmail.com at 10:23