And The Beet Juice Mocked Me…
Every morning, I rejoice at opening a fresh bottle of beet juice. I hated beets as a child and never ate beets for most of my young life. Over the past two years, beets have become a welcomed friend that I love to purchase from brands such as Suja and Blueprint, and I also enjoy juicing beets as often as I can. But this particular weekday morning, the beet juice mocked me. I didn’t shake the bottle. It was not warm. It may have been dated. I twisted the cap, watched the fizz, and “pop!” just like a bottle of champagne. I hung my head in frustration as I smelled the sour smell of old beets and realized that I had just purchased an expired bottle that was mislabeled. I was craving Suja’s Purify beet and carrot blend only to have it look back at me and laugh. It purified my island, and my plantains, and readily laughed while I stared at the red bubbling sea on my island.
My other go-to this morning was Suja’s Twelve Essentials green juice. As I stood there glancing at the green juice, I noticed the face-splash from the beet juice humorously peering up at me as if to say, “…You can’t catch me, I’m the beet juice man.” And the juice struggle continues.
Angela L. Montanez