First: I think I’ll not try to pass this off as a meal to my new husband. Second: it tastes like the front lawn. Think chewing on the end of a piece of grass, sort of the same only times 100. It’s amazing how no coconut even comes through. So if you don’t like the taste of sweet coconut and prefer the earthier lawn version, definitely try this at home. Third: juicing people lie. Fourth: I don’t think I can do it.
I’m trying so hard to make up for my recent badness.
My wagon flew off the cliff, last weekend, during our Wedding and then class reunion, both in our backyard. I ate and drank like I was King Henry the VIII.
In typical fashion I am attempting to flush my system with enough kale and spinach to kill a large MooCow.