During my childhood, Orange Julius was a source of delight on Saturday morning outings to the mall. I remember when my mother insisted that she could duplicate the famous original orange julius smoothie in our own home. She got out her tiny little hand juicer and set to work. At some point, she cracked open an egg and put it in the blender. “We get to be like Rocky!” my older brother chimed in. (If you don’t get the joke, you will make me feel old. So, please don’t say anything.)