Oh vegetable juice, how I’ve missed thee! It’s been two days!
Thanks to Heather I’ve been adding beets to my Green Lemonade lately, which turns the juice beet red (literally) and is now more appropriately called Magenta Juice.
Instead of just composting these beet greens like usual, today they were added to the mix. Into the juicer went beet greens, the beet at the end said greens, romaine, lemon, ginger and cucumber. I am out of apples so I threw in a couple of carrots for good measure.
Sometimes Zak will come home from work at the end of the day and will find evidence that I made green juice while he was gone, but there’s no juice for him to be found. Maybe he sees the juicer parts drying in the dish rack, the pulp in the compost bucket, or the stupid green juice grin on my face that I can’t wipe off for the life of me.
And my answer is always one of the same:
Oh, you wanted some?
It’s best to drink it when it’s FRESH!
OK, yeah, I drank it.
He’s swimming this morning and was therefore not here when I made juice.
Angel on my shoulder: Leave some for Zak. LEAVE SOME FOR ZAK.
Devil on other shoulder: Hide the evidence! HIDE THE EVIDENCE!
This is where I should point out that when I started juicing, Zak was not interested. He didn’t see the point. So making juice for just myself was the norm. And now all of sudden he wants some, but I can’t say I always remember. The juice is messing with my memory, man!
Alrighty, alright. He does go to work so I can buy the vegetables, I suppose I can leave him a little.
Hey man, I left you some! What’s the problem?!
So these little juice shenanigans were really just meant for a smart ass post this morning but I decided to share the juice joke love with Zak too. I left his little juice in plain site in the fridge for when he gets home and asks if I made juice for him. “ummm yeah, there’s a little left in the fridge for you…”
If you look carefully though, behind that white crate of nuts is his actual juice.
Notice that I put a lid on that jar? Yeah, it would be my beet juice luck that he either:
A. turns into the Incredible Hulk when sees his little juice and sends that jar of red dye flying when he picks up the refrigerator and throws it.
OR more likely:
B. doesn’t even see the little thing of juice, pushes the nut crate back when moving things around in the fridge to find the juice I said I left for him, knocks the glass over and douses the back of the refrigerator in beet juice. That lid is my karmic insurance policy.
When I left you on Friday, fruit cereal and I were just good friends. Now, we are lovers.
Seriously. I love. this. stuff. There are so many different ways you can make it. This is only the tip of the fruit cereal ice burg. I ate this for breakfast all weekend. For this morning’s bowl I diced up a banana and a white peach. I tossed in a couple of raisins that I soaked in warm water this morning to soften up (I’m out of prunes!), coated the whole fruit mess in flax and shredded coconut. Topped with pumpkin seeds, sliced almonds and unsweetened vanilla hemp milk. Raw, vegan, gluten free, delicious.
Now I’m just waiting for Zak to get home so I can go for a bike ride on this fine Labor Day morning, but not before I pretend nothing is out of the ordinary with a tiny glass of juice.
Hi, my name is Alison and I’m a fruit cereal lover and a serial jokester.