Juicing. Supposed to be great, do a person worlds of good. …But that only works if you can swallow what comes out of the juicer.
As you may have deduced, I’ve run across a recipe I didn’t like. It was called “Mean Green Juice.” My husband made it for both of us to have for lunch today. When I started getting hungry this afternoon, I took a swig of what I expected to be a very fresh-tasting vegetable juice with a little tang. What I smelled and tasted was gross. Utterly disgusting. …But I chugged it down 3 gulps at a time. It was a struggle. The Hubby texted me from work. He called it “Pond Scum.” I agree wholeheartedly! Yuck!
Tonight, we decided to do something warm and tomato-based. I call it my “Beginner’s Luck” recipe because it turned out great, but I’m not sure how much actual skill was involved.
A Fresh, Hot Juice Recipe
Put through the juicer:
1 bunch parsley (about 2-3 cups if it were chopped)
2 medium tomatoes
8 plum tomatoes
4 cloves garlic
2 handfuls fresh basil
1/2 sweet or white onion
dill (you decide how much)
oregano (you decide how much)
Heat juice on the stove. (Yes, silly, use a pan!)
Salt and pepper to taste. Enjoy!
It was AMAZING! The Hubby was amazed. I was amazed. The Child thought it smelled good, but opted for chicken.
Something else I discovered…never juice while wearing nice clothes or if you’re dressed to go out. I stained my brand new shirt this morning. Three times. Sadness.
Am now officially going through withdrawal. Headache. Upset stomach. Weird feeling. But Day #2 is over. Eight to go. I can do it…as long as The Child keeps her mashed potatoes out of my face.