Recently we inherited a LARGE bag of oranges that were hand-picked from a family members' tree. Though we made every attempt to finish them before they started to go bad, we just about had our fill halfway through the bunch when they started getting a bit too soft. So one morning we were having breakfast and my little minime over here, out of the blue, said "ont oyang pea" (translation: I want orange please). I sliced up an orange and gave her about three wedges since she was already finished with her breakfast. Before I knew it she was attempting to squeeze the juice out of them and into her cup. What a clever little chef I thought. So guess what we did......
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