green gross

Growing up, my mom made this salad dressing, or something. It was actually really good, but in a child's eyes, it was green and therefore gross. The dressing became known as "Green Gross."

As mentioned in a previous post, I am really backing off of sugar and white flour. I also decided to try to drink a really healthy vegie juice once a day. The sugar and flour thing is going well. I am noticing a difference and shedding these last few stubborn pounds. The first few days were rough, as my body (mainly my gallbladder) went bezzerk getting rid of all of the crud stored in there. I had some killer gallbladder attacks, and then I got all cleaned out and went on my way, feeling great.

I have been seriously putting off this whole juicing thing though. The thought of blended up vegies, a green juice, and drinking a lot of it, is just scary to me. But I took the plunge. I bought a bunch of green vegies. Kale (whatever the heck that is, I just heard it is good for you), zuchinni, cucumbers, spinach, brocolli, and green peppers. Go me. I felt special at the check out counter, all healthy and stuff. Oh yeah. Then I brought it all home, I chopped like a mad woman, and then smashed it all in the blender. I decided to add carrots and 1/4 cup of apple juice at the last minute. I guess I was trying to somewhat help the flavor. Or at least give myself some mental help that there was something at least kind of sweet in there. And there it was, my own version of green gross...staring me in the face.

Once it was all blended, I juiced away. I put it all in a paint filter bag (no, I am not the smart one to think of this, my sister in law is, thanks Jessica), and squished and squished and squished until all of the green, runny, non-chunky stuff was in the pitcher. It was weird, but kind of fun.

Mary sat on the counter and watched the whole time. She was completely amused by watching her mother go to great lengths to make a nasty drink. And then it was go time. OK, not really. I totally chickened out. I just put the pitcher in the fridge "to let it chill a little," and walked away. I waited until dinner, and pulled out the green gross. I told Ben that it was great and to have some. And then I watched closely. He didn't flinch at all. He didn't gag, or spit it out, or die. It gave me hope....to try it the next day. That day is today. I can proudly say that I drank an entire pitcher of green gross by 10:00 this morning. I tried to plug my nose, but then my ears would pop, so I gave up on that. I just put it in my water bottle, shoved the straw down my throat and gulped away. Sam watched me do this with his little nose wrinkled the whole time.

It actually didn't taste terrible. It tasted just like grass. So I guess, from a cow's perspective, it was amazing. I am not a huge fan of it, but it is something I am going to keep doing for a while. Maybe it is an acquired taste. So, here I sit, with a stomach full of vegies, all healthy-like. Cool huh. Thank you green gross.