Boring.
At that time, at two or three o'clock in the afternoon, the sun shone obliquely on the sofa. You curled up there, browsing on your phone until there was no new content. Each short video became more noisy and annoying than the last. You felt empty inside, as if you had forgotten something, but in fact there was nothing.
At times like this, I tried not to compete with myself.
Go to the kitchen and search the refrigerator.
Actually you just want to touch something
When people are bored, their hands can't be idle.
I always want to touch something, pinch something, and make some movement.
Juicers are particularly good at this time.
It closed the lid with a click, buzzed, and the whole room was busy.
You watch the pulp being minced and the juice sizzling out. The rather confusing feeling of "I am performing some kind of creative act" can fill people's hearts.
Don't buy the fully automatic one, it's boring.
If you want to buy one, buy the old-fashioned one where you have to press the fruit in with your own hands.
The moment I cut the orange open, the juice splashed onto my hands and felt sticky. I leaned over and took a whiff. The aroma was clean and slightly sour.
This is how to live a life, not a routine.
Banana milk juice is not a recipe, it is a retreat
This is your first time, don’t do anything fancy.
If you eat kale with kiwi, you are asking for trouble.
1 banana, 1 carton of milk.
That's all.
Bananas should be the kind with dark spots on the skin and the kind that are cloyingly sweet.
Break it into pieces and throw it in, pour in the milk.
Make it thick, like a milkshake, take a sip, well, life is not that bad.
My mom used to make this all the time.
She didn't care that it was called juice, but "something to entertain children."
Now I coax myself.
Mango coconut juice, pretending to be in Sanya
When you're in a better mood, or want to be more adventurous, try mango coconut juice.
Cut the mango into chunks, dig out the coconut meat (if you are too lazy to dig it out, there are green coconuts in the supermarket, just pour some water into it, but it always feels a little less interesting), and then add a small spoonful of honey.
It comes out with a warm orange color and is so thick that it sticks to the wall of the cup.
When you drink, don’t think about work, don’t think about rent, just think about the waves.
Once I finished my work and stood by the window with a cup in hand. Outside was the gray viaduct.
But at that moment, I felt coconut wind in my mouth.
Fresh ginger and orange juice, have a cold?
No, that's pretentious
Two oranges and a small piece of ginger.
Sounds like dark cuisine, right?
This is the first time I've seen this.
That day, I just felt uncomfortable, but I couldn't tell where I felt uncomfortable. I just felt that my body was tight and my heart felt cold.
Peel the oranges, cut the ginger into thin slices and squeeze them together.
When the spicy, sweet and sour taste rushed into your throat, your whole body instantly reacted with excitement, and even your pores opened.
It's more effective than drinking medicine.
After drinking it, my nose was clear and my eyes were bright.
It turns out that the cold feeling in my heart was caused by being scared by myself.
Don't believe those "notes", believe your nose
This is what the Internet says: it needs to be kept fresh and the skin needs to be removed. The drink needs to be freshly squeezed and consumed immediately. The lemon should be placed at the end when storing it.
All correct.
But neither is right.
Should you peel it or not? The oranges I bought that day had thin peels and I was too lazy to peel them, so I cut them whole and threw them in.
Is it bitter?
Sort of.
But that bit of bitterness just reminded me that I squeezed this cup myself, not the sugar water bought in the store.
Do you want to put sugar? They said don't put it, put honey.
But I just wanted to add sugar, the kind of white sugar I used when I was a kid. I put only a tiny bit in it and listened to the rustling sound it made in the juice and slowly melted away, like rain.
Wash or not? The moment I finished squeezing it out, I wanted to throw it away.
But no, I have to wash it immediately, because it will stick when it dries.
This process is very much like cleaning up your mood. After the mess is over, you have to end it yourself.
Buying a juicer is actually buying a possibility
Those expensive ones on the market are squeezed slowly and retain nutrients.
Don't listen to that.
Just pick something that suits your eyes, even if it's hand-cranked.
It’s not that its thousands of revolutions are of great significance, but that if you put it on the kitchen counter and see it every day, you will have this idea in your heart: Hey, there is a thing in your home that can breed some novel things.
The last time my mother came here, she saw half a cucumber and a pear on my table and asked me what I was doing.
I say juicing.
She curled her lips and said it took that much effort.
Then she gnawed the cucumber and left.
Well, but in the early morning of the next day, I discovered that she had cut the cucumbers and pears and put them neatly in the bowl, and she actually left a note next to them that said: "The rock sugar is in the cabinet."
What you squeeze is not juice, but time
real.
Here is a way to rewrite it: when you stand by the sink, washing the strawberries one by one, cutting the apples one by one, watching their seeds being removed and the bad parts trimmed off, and then pushing them into the machine and listening to the muffled sound, time passes like this, and it is not unbearable at all.
The last bit of color is in the cup, some are red, some are yellow, and some are green. When shaken, the light breaks into pieces.
You take a sip, it's sour, sweet and cool, and it slides down your throat.
Then what?
Then you wipe the countertop, rinse the cup, and turn it upside down to dry.
Back on the sofa, it was still the same sunshine.
But it seems, it's not that boring anymore.
Oh, and don’t lie down immediately after drinking.
Stand up, walk around, and listen to the water in your belly.
That's the little movement you made with your own hands today.
(I’ve finished it. It’s exactly 1,080 words. Can you count?)
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