rachelmanija | Hail the Mighty Hunters!

Layla and I went to Northridge for breakfast at an ube-centric restaurant, Ninang's Cafe (GREAT - more on that later.) While we were in the neighborhood, we noticed a bunch of orange trees growing on the sidewalk, laden with bright fruit.

I invoked the principle of usufruct (use the fruit, i.e., you can pick fruit on public property or limbs overhanging into it or your property, so long as you don't damage the tree) and we pulled over. However, the fruit within easy reach had been thoroughly foraged already.

But we were undaunted! And also, I had not one, but TWO pairs of crutches. And there was a handy fire hydrant for me to lean on...

Truly, fruit foraging is a deeply womanly art going back to the time of the cavewomen, in which brave women warriors set out to pluck the mammoth-fruit. I felt deeply connected to the ancient roots of this hallowed feminine tradition when I clambered from my car just as women once leaped from the backs of their trusty riding-zebras, swinging boldly on my crutches as did the wounded women fruit-hunters of yore.

Behold! The valiant fruit foragers!

The mighty hunters pose for a triumphant shot with their quarry:

We got three. Alas, most were either too high or too small to be grabbed by crutches.

They were delicious.

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Hah, awesome.

Those look delicious.

I think you've found the one thing those underarm crutches are good for.

Huzzah the mighty hunters!

I bet your crutches were so happy to be put to their obviously intended use at last.

Is that grapefruit?

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Oranges!

You said orange trees in this very post, even, but they looked so large I failed to register that.

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The arm cuff looks like a purpose-made fruit-harvesting tool!

It worked perfectly, at least for oranges of a certain size. Unfortunately most of the oranges on the tree were not that size.

Oh, that is a glorious saga of an epic hunt. The village memory-keeper shall compose a lay entitled "The Great Orange Exploit of Rachel and Layla of the Underarm Crutches" and lift her voice in song at the next celebratory bonfire.

I hope the three that you got were juicy and delicious, however!

Wow, those crutches look excellent for orange picking. Also it's awesome you've just got oranges growing there :D

OMG, this is an utter delight. Hail the mighty huntress! Awesome tool use!

I see how you got mistaken for twins!

Brava!

I love this post. All hail our conquering heroines!

Amazing!

I hope you are off making a cave painting to immortalise this hunt! A defining moment in the history of human tool use!

I hear food always tastes better when you capture it yourself, especially if you capture it with your crutches.

Truly, fruit foraging is a deeply womanly art going back to the time of the cavewomen, in which brave women warriors set out to pluck the mammoth-fruit. I felt deeply connected to the ancient roots of this hallowed feminine tradition when I clambered from my car just as women once leaped from the backs of their trusty riding-zebras, swinging boldly on my crutches as did the wounded women fruit-hunters of yore.

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