This morning, as we finished our in-bed cup of tea, which we take turns making and bringing back upstairs, I realized I had a wish for grapefruit juice. When we were in DC to see my son, I had fresh squeezed ruby red grapefruit juice every day at Founding Farmers and it stuck with me. Why, I wondered, didn’t I make this treat for myself at home?
But I never got around to getting a juicer. This morning, recovering from the extreme press to the end of the MIP, I’m trying to listen carefully to my poor body. It said, grapefruit juice. Please. Please please please please. I said to CR, “Let’s go out to breakfast at the Egg and I.” He agreed.
Unfortunately, the delivery truck was late and there was no grapefruit juice. We had a nice breakfast anyway, but I was still feeling that craving, that very specific, needthisnow feeling. On the way home, we stopped at Whole Foods and picked up some grapefruits. Also, bonus: fresh figs, which I desperately wanted a few weeks ago and there were none to be found.
Trouble was, they had no juicers at WF. Not even the little plastic ones. We searched high and low, but they were not in stock. I was prepared to just use the food processor, but now CR was on a quest, so we headed over to Target, which had only just opened, and viola! There were juicers of every variety, from the $4.99 basic with a nice glass jar, up to a $99 model which will do everything but buy the fruit & veggies for you. (I actually do want a juicer of that sort, but I’m not into spending that much money on a whim). I choose the basic model and we headed home.
Where I made my own freshly squeezed grapefruit juice. Isn’t this a cute little juicer?
Takes all of two minutes.
It was exactly, exactly, what my poor battered body wanted. Don’t you want some, too?
And now I have a juicer, and a stash of grapefruits and shall make more juice whenever I like! La.
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