You are in luck. Today you’ve got front row seats to an epic battle.
Vegetables vs. The Juicer. Place your bets.
In this corner we’ve got raw fruits and vegetables. Teeming with live enzymes, antioxidants, vitamins and minerals. A tough crowd to take down, their approach will most likely be a herd attack.
And this corner:
The Supreme Juicerator.
He may be old. He may have been a hand-me-down. But he’s a beast and has yet to meet his match.
(My money’s on The Juice.)
But before today’s battle, there was a run. A long run. As part of my half marathon training I slugged out 10 miles in 1:22:43 making my average pace 8:18. I left early and beat most of the heat. I got lost in New Moon and the time seemed to fly by.
I returned home to be the referee in the juicing ring.
Sorry folks, nothing to see here. The Supreme Juicerator holds on to his title. Zak and I reaped the rewards of our wager and hit the live enzyme jackpot.
It’s been a while since I had a breakfast cookie. Today was the day.
There was only one banana left which meant only one breakfast cookie could be made. I wasn’t going to risk having it eaten by mistake while I was out on my run by a certain man that lives in this house that shall remain nameless. I was sure to mark my territory last night before I stuck in the fridge to let it do its cookie magic.
Do I sound like a selfish heartless shrew? One might think so but you weren’t here when Zak asked “what’s the difference” between a breakfast cookie and overnight oats.
What’s the difference? WHAT’S THE DIFFERENCE?!?
Where to even begin?
It was at that point that I realized that he doesn’t really care. He just ransacks the fridge for something to shovel in his trap first thing in the morning. I made Ava and Zak got overnight oats and I put my breakfast cookie out of site so it wouldn’t be swept up in a feeding frenzy. My “A” was simply my insurance policy.
Safe and sound, topped this morning with the other half of the sole banana.
And now I’m ready to officiate the battles between Thing 1 and Thing 2 today. Off to find my whistle. And my net.