Eight days. Eight days of putting nothing but juiced fruits and vegetables in my body in hopes of reaching... something. Enlightenment? Self love? Healthiness? Hunger-induced visuals? Hopefully a bit of each.
My fellow juicers and I test drove the ole' Jack LaLange Power Juicer today. I think it needs a name. Like the fruiterator or the Veggie Violator. Or Like, Clarence, or something.
Look!
Twenty bucks can buy a freakin' ton of produce! Very pleasant surprise.
I call it Apple That Got Stuck In A Juicer.
I'm scared. And stoked.
