not-quite-ripe fresh lemons on our hybrid ‘fruit salad’ tree.
G and i have been hearing about this “fast” for over a year now. i’ve never been one to diet and this fasting business sounds ridiculous if you ask me. but of course, my husband wanted to try it b/c one of his friends supposedly has lost 30 pounds on this madness.
so on a sunday afternoon, when i typically grocery shop, G decides that he wants to join to the market. “i want to go and buy the lemons and maple syrup! let’s go to trader joe’s!” odd. ok.
in trader joe’s, G scurries off to find the requisite grade b syrup and i look for lemons and limes. apparently, trader joe’s only buys from farmers harvesting the smallest lemons and limes. i pick up 4 bags of each and secretly giggle as i imagine graham juicing these tiny fruit.
we get home and i immediately pull out the juicer, the cutting board, and some tools for graham to begin squeezing. he has to squeeze enough for a cup, which i estimate may take all 8 bags! yes, the lemons and limes are that small.
cut to an hour later when he’s finally finished with one cup, sticky juice all over the counters, he’s swearing, possibly sweating, and i suggest that he could have just gone to the gym for the amount of time he’ll have to do this everyday. we laugh.
the next morning, he puts in 1 tsp of cayenne! he’s only supposed to put in 1/10 tsp. no surprise that it tastes spicy. he also has to chug a glass of salt water.
he comes home from work lethargic, grumpy and with a massive headache. i tried to get home before he did so that i could cook and eat out of his sight, but somehow, he beat me home. he never beats me home. maybe he wasn’t feeling great? anyway, i eat in front of him and ask him how the juice tastes, how he’s feeling, is this a smart thing to do?
he admits that his pride is in his way and says “i have to do this for at least a few more days…” we talk to his Dad who says “what are you doing? we’ve got a big golf tournament on friday pal! i can’t carry you!” G still refuses a bite of food.
then, while i’m on a call in the other room, i smell something cooking. i sneak into the kitchen and see G grilling up something to eat. “this fast is dumb.” within minutes of eating, he’s his old self again…
i’ve got my hubby back!
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