“It does taste good. But so does an apple. How do you know you’re not throwing away the best part?”
Dave gives me that look you’d give to someone who just told you that you had an ugly baby. Could I not tell the difference between plain old fruit and fruit juice?
Seriously? I guess he was expecting my “come to juices” moment and it didn’t happen. Obviously, I would take more work.
“It’s not just fruit; it works with everything,” he says, throwing in pieces of raw broccoli, cauliflower and celery and adding it to the apple, pear and grape cocktail.
Another swig and it did taste surprisingly good.
“Let’s add a little tomato and green pepper.” Whrrr, whrrr, whrrr. Less good, but still a healthy-tasting drink. I could almost feel lost strength coming back to my legs, increased vigor, deeper breaths. If I did this every day, if I stopped eating bacon cooked in sugar, cheese-covered everything, junk food snacks and late night cookie dough ice cream, I could see myself living to 150.
Maybe Dave is onto something here.
“See what I’m saying? Watch this.” Dave throws in a cucumber. I take another sip. My sciatica disappears. My lower back pain goes away. My skin is starting to look young and healthy. My hair is turning brown again. I’ve probably grown 2 or 3 inches. I’m getting into it now. What else can we throw in there? The pulp side is almost full now; there’s not much room. Dave gets a gleam in his eye. He can see I’m a convert. He reaches into the fridge and pulls out a bag of dark green lettuce.
“Wait till you try this. Kale! It’s a miracle food. You barely have to eat anything else.” Whrrr. Whrrr. Whrrr.