Harrods is freaking enormous. I was terrified. Jason and I became separated when the toy department lift doors closed, with me on the inside, and him.. I dunno, checking out the lego.
I went up a floor, came back down, and he was not there! I thought the best idea was to stay where I'd last seen him. That got boring after 10 minutes, so I did something I haven't done in years: got a green juice at the nearby stand. It cost a lot, but was delicious, and so, through my trials and tribulations, I rediscovered juice. Then I wandered down the stairs and rediscovered Jase, he was kinda pacing around the building, rightly assuming that eventually I had to emerge from one of the (many) doors.
Him: "what took you so long?"
Me: "I was getting a green juice"
By a quirk of kismet, on our return to NZ, a friend mentioned he planned to offload a very nice, once-used slow press juicer (this one). Now it is mine.
I've been making green juices (that one's got orange and dandelion inside, looks aliiiive doesn't it?):
I'm so enraptured with this thing. It can munch a whole unpeeled orange, accessing all the inflammation-bashing, cholesterol-balancing flavonoids that hang out in the skin. That's brilliant.
It can even get the juice out of ginger or turmeric.
Juicing. Are you into it? Scared of all that fructose? Got any favourite juice recipes?