After cleaning up from a video shoot, we were all in the mood for some juice.
Conor's original juicer had taken itself out the hard way yesterday, throwing caution and spinning metal blades to the wind. The next iteration, purchased this morning, came thoughtfully pre-broken. At this point there was a noticeable vein throbbing on Con's forehead, and wild-eyes promises of imminent juicing come hell or voided warranties. Third juicer obtained, we set about a juice fantasty(sic) - here are the results:
Conor: And this is why we juice! Perfect!
Luke: Yup, tasty. Nicely juiced, Cons.
Conor: Oooh this is delicious!
Luke: Oooh this tastes like dirt. Loam. Ewwww. 2 drunk 2.
Larry: Hmmmm. It's interesting. I mean, I like beets, especially when your mother makes them, but there's… something about this. Hm. (Finishes with aplomb)
Note: This juice was stunningly beautiful.
Conor: Hm. Needs like a slice of lemon or something.
Luke: It's milky… but weirdly fumazing.
Larry: This tastes like cantaloupe! (Stares politely at the glass.)
So thanks to Conor and 514 for hosting this psychotically healthy event.
We’re now headed to White Castle.
PS: Beet burps are to be avoided at all and any costs. Wow.