Sunday, April 17, 2016
Do you ever want a cold pressed juice? Perhaps apple and kale and a dash of lemon? Or how about beets, carrots and lime? I will admit that sometimes I crave cold, refreshing cold pressed juices. Sometimes I get one (or two) at the juice store. I put on my favorite jump suit, strap on my fanny pack, and fast-walk to the juiceteria. I can smell the fresh juices from a mile away. A whiff of wheat grass; a hint of mint. The smells are very fragrant, fresh and satisfying. When I walk into the juice parlour they greet me by name (yes, I admit it, I go to get a juice [or three] all the time, so they know me very well). "Mr. Goldblum! It's very nice to see you! What will it be today?" I tell them what it will be today, and then I drink my cold pressed juices and feel the energy building. I feel so cleansed! The juices are so fresh. Then I fast-walk home and do some jumping jacks. What kind of juice will you have today?