Here we go with the California Crazy Cuisine, dear pals. You have to trust me on this. I’ve enlisted the aid of our two kitchen technicians, Mr. Pirate and Miss H, to demonstrate for you what we’re up to these days at ODF, in the never-ending quest for more energy, more fabulousness, happier livers and kidneys, better skin and all-around yumminess. Spurred on by documentaries such as “Fat, Sick and Nearly Dead” — one of my faves — and “The Gerson Miracle” — we have cranked up the old juicer and are sucking down kale, spinach, cucumbers, carrots, beets, celery, broccoli, apples, lemons, tangerines, etc etc etc, by the gallon.
We aren’t using recipes, although there are plenty out there. Mr. Pirate is fine tuning the combinations we like best, and we suggest you do the same. Our juicer is a Waring; not expensive; we like it just fine. We’l get a couple of recommended ones up in the BH store soon.
If you think it sounds or looks yucky, let me say that it’s not only extremely yummy, but gives you a totally legal high. Instantly. And may save your sight and your life. And will help you lose weight, if you want that. Can you say that about whatever crap you just ate? Now, who’s yucky?
Parents, please do not allow your child to do this unsupervised, regardless of the fact that at age 5, Miss H can and has assembled the juicer with no help from anybody. Thank you very much. Although your hand cannot go down in the grinder thingie, her hand will, if you get my drift. Your husband, however, can manage quite nicely on his own, and should be encouraged to do so while you lounge in bed reading The New Yorker. Or Bass Fishing Today, or whatever.
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