Sorry, mom, for that outburst of "holy crap!" while I was on the phone with you. I was looking at the giant freaking box of lemons and limes that Jeff hauled into my kitchen, looking at my little juicer, then looking back at that giant box.
And yes, there are exactly as many lemons and limes in that box as you imagine. Probably even more. It took me an hour and I'm still not through.
Hey, guess what? We're having margaritas tomorrow night. And the night after that. And the night after THAT. And, judging by the containers of sours mix overflowing my fridge, every night until Christmas. Mmmmmm... margaritas. I ask you: Is there any better way to prevent scurvy and get the RDA of vitamin C?