Remember grade school, when you were standing in a lunch line with a pastel fiberglass tray? You were likely shuffling alongside a dingy semi-gloss wall of cinderblock, plastered with posters about Being all that you can be, or how to save someone from choking on a Salisbury steak, or the wonderful info-graphic that we are all supposed to live by: The Food Pyramid.
You had seen said Pyramid a million times by the age of 10. Even so, when you get to the front of the lunch line, you pile your tray high with fries, pizza, an over-sized chocolate chip cookie, and maybe some iceberg lettuce with carrot shreds, with a generous heap of ranch dressing. If you didn’t bring a packed lunch to school, then you were pretty much guaranteed to be biting off the top of the pyramid as well as nibbling off a bottom corner. The poor neglected middle.
Some of us get older, then fatter, then wiser, and we learn that to feel good, and survive, we need to take the whole pyramid into account. I don’t claim to eat a perfect pyramid everyday, but I am trying to eat more fresh stuff when possible.
It is also nice to try and get vitamins from somewhere besides a pill.
Hence, I have welcomed a new buddy into my home. Meet the juicer: