After some serious testing on carnitas the other week, I found myself with a fridge full of juicy, crisp pork and nobody to eat it. The simple solution: Call over some friends, make a few pitchers of really strong margaritas, and call it a fiesta. Our normal MO is for me to take charge of the kitchen, while my wife takes care of making sure everybody's drinks are topped up, which in this case meant squeezing 40 limes and 20 lemons for the margaritas. A pretty large feat for such a small woman.* It got me to thinking whether it was time to upgrade my citrus juicer.