Oh, we were so wicked today. So very wicked.
One minute we were sitting in our cozy house in the middle of the woods eating a late breakfast and thinking about the upcoming day.
The next minute one of us–which one was it??–dared to suggest the Wickedness. A trip to Marquette. Eighty miles away. Just to…are you ready for this utter disregard for the environment, for gas mileage, for proprietry…to buy a Juicer.
Yes. A Juicer.
It all started innocently this morning. I sat down at the computer, yawned, sipped coffee and stumbled upon a blog by a friend who claimed wonderful results after a week of using her Juicer. Wanting to drink less coffee. Wanting to eat healthier. Feeling so much better about life. And it was written in such a way that I suddenly KNEW that a Juicer was about to belong to our family.
We had big plans. We would return to that lovely Thai Restaurant and lick our lips and slowly savor delicious seafood and tofu dishes. We would appreciate every morsel, including the delicious soup with fragrant lemon grass.
Until…a couple hours later…driving by the Thai Restaurant we spotted the sign “CLOSED”. Sigh…What was Plan B? Quick thinking now! We were hungry. Where would we go?
How about the Landmark Inn?
Off we went to enjoy the most delicious blackened salmon and southwest salads. Mmmmm…… Oh it’s heaven to go to the city on the last day of an extended Christmas vacation! Oh did we have fun today!
After a visit to the Marquette Food Co-op where we loaded up with organic apples, pears, bananas and lemons (oh yes and a bunch of good green vegetables too) we began our earnest search for The Juicer which would make us instantly healthy, energetic and ready to soar in 2010.
We sure hoped we’d find the juicer. Because, otherwise, I would have to find a lot of fresh fruit and vegetable recipes…
We passed a strange-looking lighted ball as we drove through Marquette. Simultaneously, understanding struck. We knew what it was. It was the New Year’s Ball. You know, the Times Square look-alike which drops from the top of a tall building as the crowd screams “Three, Two, One…!” at midnight as the New Year arrives. This ball is, apparently, our North Woods equivalent.
On to Juicer-land. Where to find the elusive magic machine?
We stopped at Kohl’s. Walked inside. Walked up to a display of three different Juicers. Which one to buy? Which one? We fervently read all the advertisements on the box. All about the large-mouth feeders, the motor speeds, the extraction technology, the pulp collectors.
How does a person decide? (Those without the intelligence to study Consumer Reports in their excitement to dash from the house and travel 80 miles for this electronic gadget–something that this household rarely does. Buy electronic gadgets, I mean. We are not the usual gadget-purchasers. In fact we try to avoid buying them.) But here we were! Standing breathless in front of three different models needing to decide. Now.
And the winner was….and the winner was…. Jack laLanne’s POWER JUICER!!
It was on sale and it looked like the best option at the best price, although Consumers Report may say otherwise. Please do not send comments and emails telling us about our mistake. Please.
My new plan in Life is to make fresh fruit juice early in the morning and bring it to work. Sip on it instead of coffee.
I will let you know how it works.
In the meantime, we are back home in our cozy little house in the Big Woods. Here’s the view of our living room. The TV hasn’t worked since the government decided to get rid of analog signals last June. Even though we bought the appropriate little gadget designed to translate analog to digital signals, it still doesn’t work. Apparently we’re too rural. The television company promises to strengthen its signal in the near future. We’ll see.
Let’s hope the Juicer works better than the TV box. 🙂
P.S. Since some of you asked…here’s the scoop about that back wall. It’s unfinished drywall. The joints are taped but not mudded, and it’s stuccoed with plaster of paris. (so sayeth Barry.)