Oh my, citrusy goodness. We received a big old box of juicy ripeness — oranges and grapefruits plucked from their Florida orchard and shipped with love. From my mom. Yes, that's right. The same mom who prepped oranges for us like grapefruits almost every morning when we were kids — sliced in half with each individual section cut out ready to eat with that special little spoon with the serrated tip. I can hardly make myself put that much effort into eating a grapefruit, nevermind tiny orange sections. But she did. All the time. Thanks, Mom!
Nice tribute to your Mom!
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