Happy weekend. Anyone have fun plans? It’s an editing weekend for me, which is a good thing for you: it means I’ll be largely homebound, and being homebound means cooking and uncooking new grub. Stay tuned.
In the meantime, I come to you all on this bright Saturday with a confession: I hate wheatgrass.
Yes, my friends. Your ears don’t deceive you. I hate the stuff so much that I can’t even bear to take it (unless it’s diluted by 16 oz of pear juice and ginger, a la Liquiteria’s “Grasshopper” drink, or I’m taking it Hippocrates style, if you raw foodies catch my drift). I literally get sick and gag when I even try. And boy, do I ever try: I’ve been attempting–unsuccessfully–to love wheatgrass for almost four years now.
Let’s just say that it’s not working. My ex boyfriend could down an order of waffles and bacon at Jackson Hole and hop across the street to the health food store with me for a double shot of wheatgrass. He sucked it back like a champ, and while he didn’t feel great afterwards (always take wheatgrass on an empty stomach, guys: it’s highly medicinal and cleansing, which means it’ll make you feel like hell if you’ve just eaten something shady), guess what? He looked and felt better than I do when I try to take the stuff on an empty stomach–I, who eat raw foods all the time, juice on the reg, and love the taste of raw kale.
At this point, I’ve accepted the fact that wheatgrass and I are not going to be warm and snuggly. And I have told myself–with some legitimacy, I think–that the fact that I juice as much other healthy stuff as I do (kale, chard, green veggies, and herbs like parsley and cilantro) kinda makes up for the fact that I visit Stewart the Wheatgrass Man’s stand at the farmer’s market just to gab (and to buy sunflower sprouts). My wheatgrass aversion does make me feel, though, as though I’m missing out on the rawcurious eater’s holy grail.
Let’s take a moment, shall we, to talk about the beauty of the grass? I will quote liberally from the Hippocrates Health Institute website (consider the Hippocrates folks the foremost keepers and purveyors of sprout and wheatgrass wisdom):
Wheatgrass is a blood purifier, cleanser, and detoxifier. It contains chlorophyll, which helps carry oxygen to every cell in your body. Oxygen in the body’s cells helps fight off disease, harmful bacteria, and cancer (see books written by Brian Clement or Ann Wigmore for more information). Wheatgrass must be “squeezed” or juiced in order for the body to assimilate its nutrients; so, unlike sunflower and pea green sprouts, it is not appropriate to add it to a salad.
Hippocrates suggests drinking wheatgrass juice in small amounts throughout the course of the day, always on an empty or nearly empty stomach. In general, two to four ounces every day or every other day is sufficient. Slowly sipping small quantities of the juice gives your body an opportunity to get used to its taste and effects. Taking one-ounce- to two-ounce drinks straight or mixed with other juices (Greens only) and sipping slowly will help prevent nausea or stomach upset. On a healing regime, we suggest you drink one or two ounces up to three or four times a day with one day of rest periodically. As a general rule, more is not better. Two ounces at any one given time is all any one person will need.
Wheatgrass is also high in vitamins A, E and B, and numerous trace minerals and elements, including calcium, phosphorus, sodium, potassium, magnesium, iron and zinc. Wheatgrass also contains twelve amino acids, including the eight “essential” amino acids (that is, the ones our bodies don’t produce on their own): phenylalanine, valine, threonine, tryptophan, isoleucine, methionine, leucine, and lysine.
So in other words, wheatgrass is awesome.
Now I have an embarrassing confession to make: some time ago, I won a Lexen healthy wheatgrass juicer in an online giveaway. This little contraption juices wheatgrass easily and efficiently at home–all you need is to purchase the wheatgrass itself (which you can do online or at many farmers’ markets). Since then, guess how many times I’ve used my juicer? Sadly, a big fat zero. I should have predicted this, of course: if I can’t bear the stuff when I get it at juice bars, how on earth could I ever be compelled to juice it at home? I suppose I must have been swept up in a tidal wave of optimism.
Now, it makes me feel dreadful that I’ve got a juicer perisihing in the corner of my kitchen. So today, my ridiculous waste is your gain. I’m offering the incredible Lexen juicer to one Choosing Raw reader–may you feed your bod with the gift of chloryphll more steadily and happily than I have!
All you have to do to enter is leave a comment on this post PROMISING me that you’ll put this awesome little contraption to good use! For two entries, tweet it, too.
Before I head out, I want to share a little video with you guys. On Monday, I was in a bit of a funk. A coworker of mine sent me an email with the subject line “Will this cheer you up?” and the following video.
J, you’re the best. New age-y montages of salad always cheer me up.
So does sunshine, so I’m going to take a study break. Have a great weekend, all, and enter to win your juicer now!