Today I’m grateful for orange juice. I often refer to it as the “nectar of the gods”, and drink at least a quart of it daily. I have a massive mug specifically for my juice; here it is with a Lego guy for scale:
I feel like I’ve loved orange juice my entire life. Growing up, I remember that at breakfast we’d alternate between orange and grape juices. Thom loved grape, but orange was always so much better.
The juice is delivered in many ways– not just in my massive mug, but in martini glasses, a special freezer mug, wine glasses, small snack-size glasses, big dinner glasses, so-called “recycle mugs” from college, and sometimes just straight from the jug in the fridge. (I only do the latter when I know no one else will be drinking from the jug.) Last winter I enjoyed some homemade juice in Arizona, although typically I’m chugging the Costco brand. What’s the point of drinking in bulk if you aren’t also buying in bulk, right?
Even on this very blog, I’ve been writing about my OJ habit for twenty years. So today, as I eat my afternoon snack, I’ll hoist a mug of the nectar of the gods!