How I came to love green juice
I’ve become one of those chicks. The ones who drink green juice every morning. I don’t know how it happened, either. Seriously though, I promise I will never become one of those
chicks. You know--the ones who carry their green juice in one hand while toting a tightly rolled yoga mat in the other, and squeezing their tightly tight butt into their tight lululemon yoga pants and brightly bound out the door with their perfectly tight ponytail swinging in the wind. No. I will never be one of those tight chicks. Wait…
Anyways. The green juice. It’s a pain to make, a pain to clean up after making, a pain to drink, and painful to spend mucho dollars on fresh veggies and fruits. The last juicing bill was something like $40 for a week’s worth of organic greens with dirty roots. It doesn’t taste bad but it doesn’t taste “oh my god that was orgasmic”
Have I sold you on juicing yet?
Green Morning Cocktail
- 2 large leaves of kale
- 2 celery stalks
- 1 handful spinach
- ½ handful parsley
- ¼ lemon
- 1 inch wide piece of fresh ginger
- 1 large apple
- ½ cup wheatgrass
As tasty as a peanut butter frosted chocolate cupcake! Or not. I can’t fool you.
Some people juice to lose weight, some juice for health reasons, and then others juice because they claim they love the taste of kale in a glass (right
). I juice because I love my juicer.
I have a machine that I can feed giant pieces of food into, that even my stomach refuses to digest; and it turns them, in the blink of an eye, into juice
! Easily entertained, maybe, but it’s like Penn and Teller are in my kitchen at 6:30am every morning. And really, if you knew that each day would begin with vegetable magic, you’d be smiling when the sun comes up, too.
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