When I was younger, I hated pulpy orange juice. I didn't like it because the store-bought kind tastes nothing like fresh-squeezed. Only after living in Spain did I develop an undying love for sweet, insanely delicious fresh-squeezed OJ. Nothing tastes quite as good as a tall glass on a sunny morning. My dad made a huge pitcher on Easter and I remembered how much I love it! How do you feel about it?
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