My daughter has had her juicer for about a year, and she loves using it. Often, when we are there, she will make juice with whatever happens to be in the fridge. These are the juices she made on Monday:
Apple, carrot, spinach, and purple cabbage. We tried different combinations and found that it didn’t take a whole lot of the spinach. By itself, the spinach was very earthy and “green.” It all tasted good, though, and it got me to thinking that this would be a good way to eat a wider variety of vegetables.
After we got home, I did some research and found a model made by the same company that made Jen’s. It got high marks and sounded easy enough to use and it was reasonably priced. I had been leery of buying a juicer, thinking they cost hundreds of dollars. Jen paid $100 for hers and the model I was looking at was under $200. I did a check for where to buy locally, and the website showed that Bed Bath & Beyond had one in stock.
As an aside, I do not like shopping at big box stores. They terrify me. I cannot find what I want. I cannot get help. Nothing about the process is easy. So, it was with trepidation I made the trip to Bed Bath & Beyond. I prayed about this before I went, asking God to guide me in my decision to buy a juicer. Was it the right thing to do? Was I just buying another gadget? Would it be a waste of money? Here was the deal: if I walked into the store and immediately found the juicer, with no trouble, then I knew it was the thing to do. If it was not just sitting there, then I would leave and figure this was not to be.
I went early in the morning, arriving at the store at 9:50. A sweet clerk immediately greeted me and asked what I needed. I told her about the juicer, that it was Breville, and that the website said they had one in stock. She took me a few steps to the juicer area, but she didn’t recognize the name. We walked around the display, and there it sat, right in front of us. I got out my phone to check the picture I had downloaded to Pinterest, and it was the right model. She asked if I needed a basket, but I said no, telling her my story about praying about this before coming in, and that this was all I was buying. She laughed, and said it must be the right purchase. I took it to the checkout counter, went right through, and was in my car, taking this picture at 9:58:
And, this is the glass of cranberry, apple, and fennel juice that I made this afternoon: 
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