My mother’s keik portokali stands out in even my earliest memories. I fondly remember my folks buying a small crate of oranges every week and, each morning, manually hand-squeezing fresh juice for my siblings and me. The aroma of citrus in the air triggers some sort of deep-rooted, pleasurable dopamine in me. Come to think of it, us kids were so lucky and spoiled. Who hand-squeezes orange juice today, right?! Though, I like to think I love keik portokali not just for its orang