Upgrading to a V8
Ha, gotcha! No, this post has nothing at all to do with internal combustion engines. Instead, I’m posting about an end of an era as we know it; the store boughten, “not from concentrate era”, of orange juice.
I realize this is old news, but it has taken me till this week to think of and buy a comparable, and cheap, replacement to the hole left in, and for my heart. Most of you have read or heard about our overly manufactured orange juice and it’s quite a shame. Of course, I could, gasp, actually buy oranges and crush them to their deaths for their sweet, sweet blood; but alas I was watching Dr. Oz last week (the only doctor I can see without insurance) to recommend, gasp again, vegetable juice!
Now, after many, many Sundays (and well, everyday actually) I saw Wisconsinite after Wisconsinite woof down a carefully, spicy, well dressed alcoholic concoction of vegetable juice to my dismay (usually poured with a side of dice), the Bloody Mary. I never could understand, and seriously still don’t understand why you would choose that over all of the other fine alcoholic choices available but I digress.
So, after the Doctor of Oz gave me the thumbs up, off I went to Kroger (that’s a long O for you North Woods folk) to seek out V8, or the I’m broke as a joke Kroger brand equivalent. The price was right, about $2, and I reluctantly went home with my bottle of pulverized veggies.
I let it chill for a day and finally poured a bit and immediately it smelled like cold Campbell’s condensed tomato soup. After my drink I didn’t want to hurl, but I still wasn’t won over. I figured it tasted like cold condensed tomato soup too, and at worst I could mix some milk with it and make, well you guessed it, tomato soup. Tonight though I had a bigger glass of it for dinner and I tell you it wasn’t all that bad. Now I did have some kickass cookies for dessert so maybe that is the reason, but I feel really damn good right now. Maybe there is factual evidence of veggies being good for you. I still don’t know where the taste of the other 7 vegetables linger in the juice, I only taste tomato, but if this is what I have to drink until I can afford to eat properly again, or hire Jeeves to conquer the oranges (and the pulp) to return the days of orange bliss, it’ll do.