Several years ago, when Joe and I both had great jobs and we weren't penny pinching so much, we bought several of the best small appliances a kitchen could need. We picked up a full-sized Cuisinart, a very rugged blender, and an electric citrus juicer, among other necessary kitchen items. Today we still have the blender, having replaced a few parts over the years, but all the other items went out in the trash with broken motors. Last year at my mom's church yard sale, we picked up an old-school citrus juicer-- you know, the kind you just stick half an orange on and smush into a small cup underneath. Yesterday morning we made fresh orange juice and ate fresh wood-fired oven bread (thank you Robin, of Wildflour Breads), spread with fresh peanut butter I whipped up in our cheap no-name-brand food processor. Talk about the highlight of our weekend. The kids loved it, and now I'm thinking of saving up for a real peanut butter processor. I mean really-- jam and peanut butter. Why didn't I think of this sooner?