Blog on the Lillypad
Wednesday, August 27, 2003
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Ending the Fast I’m four hours away from the end of my latest fast. Drinking carrot-radish-parsley juice, diluted with water. I’m pretty matter-of-fact about drinking it. Yes, I am constantly thinking of hamburgers, fries, chocolate shakes (none of which I eat anyway), and have decided to name my first child Taco Belle if she’s a girl and McDonald Happy if he’s a boy. Who am I kidding? “Taco” is too masculine. I’ll name her Swiss Belle. |
Actually, I have nothing but instant oatmeal here at my desk, so at the appropriate time (11:00 a.m.), I plan to hustle down to the local grocery and pick up some desk-cabinet foods such as those instant rice soups (if our country grocer carries such stuff). If the grocer is a standard southern hamhocks-beer-tobacco grocer, who does not stock them dang New Age pagan victuals, I will have to go further afield.
What does carrot-radish-parsley juice, diluted with water, taste like, you ask? Well, if you put enough water in it, it doesn’t taste much like anything. Actually, any juice I’ve made (so far) tastes far better than it sounds, as long as I drink it within 24 hours of running the veggies through the Champion Juicer. Strong-tasting veggies like beets are subdued by a lot of sugars that get released from the fiber when the vegetable is juiced in a good juicer. So even though there is a reminder in the vegetable juice of the veggie itself, the fresh juice is toned down, more subtle, and has more nuances to the flavor than the solid vegetable has.
If fresh vegetable juice sits in the fridge for too long, it loses its fresh taste. And even I can tell when the juice has “gone normal” (ie, still safe to drink but not of any special benefit from the short-lived enzymes still being present). Carrot juice that has gone normal is still not too bad, but beet juice is as horrible as it sounds if it goes normal. When it’s fresh, it’s not bad at all, though a little heavy.
Well, all this talk of juice and water has had an effect on me. Gotta go. And I do mean go!
