When I talked with the macrobiotic counsellor lady a month ago, she asked me if I had a juicer. I tried to at least look intelligent when I replied that I didn't (which I thought was better than shrieking, "A WHAT?").
While I was in Orlando over Thanksgiving and trying to decipher the macrobiotic language, I decided to buy a juicer. Naturally, I completed the first step which was taking it out of the box. A week later I packed it and brought it back to Nashville, washed all the parts, and let it "season" until today.
The m-c lady suggested I drink carrot juice, with perhaps a slice of apple in it. I had a carrot and an apple, so I got out the machine, read the pertinent parts of the book, and started a-juicin'. I had to stop momentarily because the juice collector cup was not against the machine close enough, and my precious juice was spilling all over the counter. As health conscious as I would like to imagine I may eventually be, I am above lapping it off the counter like a cat. After my cleanup on Counter One, I put the carrot in the appropriate slot followed by a whole (although quartered) apple, and in a matter of minutes I had juice. It really tasted pretty good, and I was very happy and proud of my accomplishment.
I was so happy and proud of myself that after Curves this afternoon, I rewarded myself with a Starbucks Peppermint Mocha Twist. I don't think it's macrobiotic, but they use fancy machines there also, so in my deluded mind, it's a go!