On the Juice
As long as I've known Rob, he's eaten way more fruits and vegetables than my picky little taste-buds ever dreamed of consuming. One of the first home cooked meals he made me included venison, buttered spaghetti noodles with Parmesan cheese, and roasted broccoli. At the time, I turned my nose up to everything but the noodles (upon which I smothered copious amounts of butter and cheese to mask the starchy blandness). I'd like to let the record show my taste buds have since then opened up to broccoli but venison still makes me twitchy. Back to my point: he's a way healthier eater than I am, but the closer I creep to the big 4-0, the more concerted the efforts I make to clean(er)(ish) eating. In the 17 years since we met, he's always been a big juicer (we call them "shakes"). We've gone through a number of juicing machines, ranging from super cheap to uber-expensive and after deciding he wanted the fiber that juicers eliminate (by the sheer nature of...