These little oranges are bursting with the sweetest tangiest juice and it's bright orange color reminds me of all those color enhanced glossies from garden magazines...except this is its actual color...beautiful. But with some of them softening, I decided I had better juice what I had left before they rotted. Wow...it's the best orange juice I've ever tasted. Really...I rarely buy store juice because it doesn't compare.
As I squeezed the oranges carefully trying to extract as much of the yummy juice as I could, I couldn't help but think of Haiti. Every time I take a sip of water or sit down to a meal I think of them. Besides donating....the only thing I can do at this point is pray for them....and that is what we do as a family.
My last blessing over dinner went long while we remembered those that didn't have what they needed and praying that their needs would soon be supplied. I looked up and apologized to my girls for taking so long. With big eyes they all assured me that sometimes long prayers are good even when your hungry and waiting to dig into the yummy plate of food set before you. I realized that they completely understood what a true blessing having all your needs met was. Although they waited minutes, there were others who were waiting days. I know what we can do is limited, but we must do what we can do.
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It's mandarin and clementine season here in Honduras. I can buy 15 for a dollar. And Wednesday I purchased about 100 for our "milk project" in the mts near the capital. The kids love 'em but can't afford them even at that price.
Thanks for being a gracious hostess. The food and the juice were both delicious.
wow look great love carmencita
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