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Shot and Chaser

I did it!

Today I braved a shot of wheat grass and am forever grateful to the Jamba Juice employee (Alexa) who recommended the orange juice shot as a chaser over an orange wedge.

I'm not sure why today was such a momentous day. Wheat grass is something I've wanted to try for a while, but haven't dared do - kind of like my purchasing soy milk and hesitance to drink. (Thanks, Renee, for the recent soy smoothie introduction!)

All I can say now is wow, wheat grass - talk about fresh!
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J+S said…
It doesn't taste like dirt?
June 4, 2009 at 7:15 AM
Andrea - said…
Oh no - dirt would be a great way to describe its flavor. Very earthy and fresh. I don't know why cows would want to chew grass more than one time. I've always wanted to try it and now I can say I have.
June 4, 2009 at 6:22 PM
Andrea - said…
Oh no - dirt would be a great way to describe its flavor. Very earthy and fresh. I don't know why cows would want to chew grass more than one time. I've always wanted to try it and now I can say I have.
June 4, 2009 at 6:22 PM
Adam and Renee said…
Andrea I could have told you what it tastes like...just like you have mowed the lawn, and everytime you burp you taste it again and again. I hope you didn't think the soymilk was as unpleasant as the wheatgrass!!
July 28, 2009 at 5:47 PM
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