Not to be mistaken for: water, sugar, purple. This triumverate serves as the bulk of most of my juicing activities.
I pack the carrots in because they make my eyes pretty and are supposed to make my skin match my orbs. I’ll keep you posted on that one. It also prevents cancer, slows heart disease and other ailments my P.Y.T self isn’t really bothered with at the moment. Carrots have a mild, faintly sweet taste that isn’t entirely terrible.
The apples’ benefits are greater than that stupid adage. But they do pack a lot of good things into my juice. Like wrinkle prevention (black don’t crack- so not a top priority), cholera (wtf- I didn’t know these were Oregon Trail times) and hair growth among other good things.
Finally, ginger. This thing is really a catch-all and adds a nice bite to my juice. Helps with immunity (lawd knows I have allergy issues), ovarian cancer prevention (a silent killer of women- will be taking chock fulls of this) and cramps, etc. Really, ginger is like the super spice. Throw it into anything. You will feel better.
Here is my Breville. Also known as the Juicer aka Juicy.
Juicy is my first child (well, really my second if I account for her aborted brother, Jack LaLanne). She’s fast, smart and easy to clean. I bought her at Best Buy for a cool Franklin. Playing hard to get, I found her perched at the very top of all the grinding machines. Glad I made the climb though. So far it has been grand…