After a week filled with a whole lot of JuicyNothing, (at least!) two big insights last night:
The first is that while clever, the “TGIF” theme of making an alcoholic juice or smoothie has a certain flaw in that it either has to be made in advance or written about the next day, like this post is, because drinking and blogging, while entertaining, has its own set of hazards. I’d put it as safer than drunken emailing or eBaying, but perhaps not by much.
The second is this: we need to consume juice like (some of us) consume booze. Cooking’s like this too. Let me explain:
I made fresh pineapple juice, which, by the way, is incredibly tasty and thick and amazing and I can’t believe I ever drank the canned stuff, but I didn’t have any real plan for what booze to mix it with. I ended up using peach schnapps and rum in one glass, and then just rum (but far, far too much rum) in the second.
It’s pretty obvious that these weren’t planned drinks, and while I know a few people who pride themselves for having gone to actual bartending school, most of my acquaintances use drink guides as just that: a guide. The first one or two might be textbook perfect, but as the night goes on proportions slip, new ingredients get added or substituted as bottles empty, and judgements aside, at the end of the night, it’s about having fun and trying new things.
With juicing, it really doesn’t matter what proportions you use when making the ultimate apple carrot ginger juice, for example. Witness most juice recipes that specify the number of fruits and vegetables to use – they don’t give precise measurements for each juice type down to the ounce or millilitre, and there’s a reason for that: every drink’s a little bit different, and that kind of becomes the thing that matters: it’s about having fun and trying new things. Or it ought to be, anyway.
Oh, and in lieu of a poorly lit photo (working on those, honest!) I made a music video for you. Shut Up Woman Get On My Horse was playing in the background, and Angela was doing stuff, unaware of my filmmaking opus:
It’s Friday, which means it’s time to kick back a bit, and if you consume alcohol but don’t incorporate your juicer into your drinking I’m here to assure you that you’re missing out!
After my post about the R2D2-ness of my lemon juicer, I noticed that the photo I picked featured oranges, not lemons. Believe it or not, I’d never put an orange through the press-style juicer before!
So let’s get to it: I love my R2 unit for lemons, and now I know why: it’s only 2 lemons, max, at a time, which means 4 presses of a smallish fruit. Oranges are bigger, which means I have to press harder, and while I dilute the lemons heavily (usually 1 lemon per quart/liter of water,) these oranges were being diluted with alcohol, which meant I needed more of them.
Because I am somewhat lazy and also needed to retain the ability to write, I ended up using just one orange, which made for one small, if stiff, drink:
(By the way, I highly recommend these Bodum Pavina Double-Wall Thermo Glasses (affiliate link) for lowball drinks with ice – the insides stay cold longer, and your hand stays warm, plus it just looks cool!)
If I was planning on more than one drink, I’d definitely fire up the Jack LaLanne and make a small pitcher of juice; it’s worth the cleanup time, and also establishes a cutoff point, because I probably wouldn’t make more juice later in the evening.
For one juice though, it was pretty tasty. One advantage (in my opinion) of the R2 over a shred-disc style juicer is that there’s no pith at all, which makes for a really sweet drink, and I guess that needs to be considered – I’ll try a taste test post on some Friday to come, if only because it makes “how’s work?” conversations totally awesome
Whatever your juicing technique, a fresh screwdriver is definitely worth the effort over store-bought juice. There was some noise last year about how concentrated orange juice is produced, and it was pretty nasty: a lot of the juice you can buy in stores has been in storage for a year or more, and that’s just for starters. Why, it’s enough to drive one to drink…