Whenever I am prepping myself for bad times ahead, or just having a bad time of it, I enjoy going to the olive bar at Whole Foods. My prescription: olives stuffed with feta, and picholines. My rainy day turns into a perfect day with elevated sodium levels, and oily finger prints.
I procured some oranges due to my craving of juice, and good health. I made a silly assumption that 3 oranges would yield a tad more. There I go, dreaming big again.
