Juicing miscalculation.

My brother Chris said he was feeling under the weather and a little blah today so I invited him over for a juicing party this evening. I’m all about fresh juices to kick those pesky little illnesses before they really settle in even though I rarely juice myself. I would like to, but I hate my juicer because it’s super old and dirty. However, being such a good sister, I was willing to clean that beast just to juice one glass of carrot-ginger-parsley for Chris.

He agreed so I happily set out for Cala Foods to grab juiceable produce.

Once back home, produce put away, I ran another few errands, chatted with several friends, all was good. Then I had a thought – when was the last time I saw my juicer? I investigated in the kitchen. Hm…no machine in sight.I remembered Mumsies asking me about that juicer just a couple weeks ago, and whether I’d thrown it out like the blender she gave me. The blender was broken by the way. I remember emphatically denying that I would trash a perfectly useable piece of machinery.

Could I have really thrown out that old juicer? I did think it was gross and disgustingly dusty, but I wouldn’t have just tossed it, would I?

Apparently I would and I did. I confirmed with M who said he recalled me telling him to throw it out.

Shit.

Here I was, afternoon sun already filling the living room, Chris about to come over in a few hours, produce sitting in the fridge, and no juicer to juice anything with. I thought about using a blender and a strainer, then slapped myself mentally. What was I thinking!?

Ok, plan B. Time to go out and find a blender. I could’ve just cancelled our juice date, but no, I was NOT going to be a bad sister. Chris is sick, how could I refuse him juice?

Walgreens did not have any juicers.

Cala Foods did not have any juicers.

I was getting frantic. Was I going to have to make that call? “Chris, I failed you as a sister. You get no juice tonight.”