Juicey Juice

A little while ago a friend of mine decided to do this juicing thing.I thought she was crazy.  Okay -- truth be told I thought she was a little crazy before this.  And she admits that she is crazy by the blog name she picked.

She decided to try to convince me I should to do it too.  She started by asking me to watch this movie.  It was interesting.  I bought a lot of what he was saying.  It made since to me.  But the thought of juicing turned my stomach.  It wasn't just looking at the juice.  I have a history with juicing.

Just after I graduated from college I had a great roommate.  She was a little flakey.  She was very crunchy.  And she had a heart of gold.  She has a new boyfriend.  That I didn't like.  At all.  But I decided to try to like him.  I mean she was fantastic and she liked him so maybe I just didn't see all the good things she saw.  One day we both headed over to his house to hang out.  So we are hanging in his living room and I keep hearing a noise.  And it is driving me a little nuts.  But neither of them notice it.  So I decide to follow the noise.  It sounded like plastic wrap being crinkled.  I followed it into the kitchen.  I listened.  I finally found it.  It was coming from his juice machine.  So he opened it.  This is the juice machine he used every day.  And on the inside he found about a million maggots (bugs seem to be a theme in my life).  He used the juicer daily but he didn't clean it daily.  I left the apartment and never went back.  It did not improve my opinion of him.  It never improved -- even though she moved him into our apartment later that summer.

So the idea of juicing sort of freaked me out.  But after researching and reading I finally decided to give it a try. Which meant I had to buy a juicer.  Which turned out to be a bit of challenge given where I live.  But while visiting with a friend (2 hours away) I dropped by Target and bought a juicer.  I brought it home and started experimenting.  The experimenting lasted about 3 days.  And then the juicer broke.  I couldn't just return it -- because the closest Target is 2 hours away.  And I wanted one now!

So I found that I could a juicer at Sears.  And there is a Sears in my town -- nothing else, but there is Sears.  So I popped out of the office one lunch and went to Sears.  And that is when I discovered that the Sears in my town is so small it could fit in my bedroom -- and that is not an exaggeration.  No juicer.  So I got back online and looked again.  I found a store about 20 minutes from me.  So after work I collected Ladybug and went to the store.  We got there at about 5:20 pm -- only to discover that they close at 5pm.  No juicer.  So I stopped by Walmart -- they must have juicers too.  They did.  The one that broke.  I don't want the same one that broke in 2 days.  I want a different one. 

A few weeks went by and then I went away for the weekend -- to a different state.  I went shopping.  I went to Target.  I went to Bed and Bath.  I called every store I could think of.  I finally found 1 in a local mall.  I mean 1 -- they had one left.  I asked them to hold it for me and I drove 45 minutes to get my juicer.

Now after a couple of weeks of juicing (not only juicing but juicing every day), I have found 2 recipes that I really enjoy... even if they look gross.

In the mornings I have: 2 apples, 2 oranges, 1/8 pineapple, 2-3 carrots, and 1 banana (bananas are blended -- not juiced)

In the afternoons and evenings I have: kale, ginger, 1/4 lime, 2 granny smith apples, 2-3 stalks of celery, 1/2 cucumber, 1/8 pineapple, and 1 banana.

I think I might like this juicing thing.  But I make sure to clean the machine after every use.

Mean Mama