Last nite, I drank me some moonshine. A sip in, and I was contemplating one-way tickets to live with my cousins in Virginia, while Googling “Mouth Harp + How” and thinking maybe the jugs or spoons might be easier. I was born in the wrong era. Why, I’d have been good as cast on Hee Haw.
The white lightning is delicious. But it was the capper on a day of sweet potato fries, toffee peanuts and ice cream sandwiches (from MILK. Sofa king good…). And this morning, I woke up with I-didn’t-drink-enough-water brain, and guts angrily sending S.O.S. signals.
What a perfect reason to indulge in a little Pressed Juicery. I was on my way to body combat class at the gym anyway. And I was feeling inspired, since our CSA box arrives tomorrow, packed with local veg. Good morning, Monday! Supes sorry about that weekend thing…I just started watching The New Normal and episode 2 features THE JUICE! This fridge would be my personal Heaven. As long as I had a second fridge full of well-organized cheese, exclusively.
If I’ve eaten macaroni and cheese for a week, I pick Greens 4, which has a cayenne bite and kick in the pants. But today, I wanted a gentler version, so I went with Greens 3. Calm, detox-y. Cuts through your previous transgressions.
Juicing goes way back to Bible times and different eyebrow styles. And I’m jumping on board long after it’s become supermodel-cool. But sometimes, it’s just what you need.