Wow. What a box! A lot bigger than what I expected. Wow. What a machine! It's a lot bigger too!
After reading the instruction booklet I set up my juicer on the counter and proceeded to juice. (I've been keeping the refrigerator stocked with fruits and vegetables since I ordered the thing! I've gone through two grocery shopping expeditions buying, and eating, produce for my not yet arrived juicer!) Our first juice was apple, carrot and cucumber juice. Delicious!
One problem however...
My juicer does not fit on the kitchen counter. I had foreseen this problem as there wasn't a lot of counter space to begin with. I had already cleared off a spot under the kitchen shelves and thought my juicer could live there. WRONG! It is too tall to fit under the shelves! Well, we could put it where we keep the rice cooker but as we use the rice cooker probably more than we are going to use the juicer that didn't seem like such a good idea. In the end Tetsu and I went out and BOUGHT a small table for our juicer. It now has its very own place of honor in our kitchen. Talk about a warm welcome!
This morning I made carrot, peach, pear and rucola juice. I thought it delicious. Tetsu tasted it and raised his eyebrows at the rucola flavor. I may have to be a bit more sneaky about introducing vegetables to our juicing diet.
You know... I sure hope this is not going to be one of my harebrained ideas. When Tetsu and I got married I insisted that as a married couple we needed to have a double futon made (you know... like a double bed.) Japanese usually do not use double-size futon. Couples sleep in separate single size futon. And I found out why!!! Because that dang double futon is too double dang big and heavy to daily stuff into the futon closet! (Forget the fact that the futon closet isn't wide enough for a double-sized futon.) After 8 or 10 years of struggling with a double futon or, heaven forbid, just leaving it on the floor all day, we went back to single futons. That was my first harebrained idea.
The second, right off the top of my head, was insisting that I needed a rocking chair to rock my first born to sleep. Doesn't every new mother need a rocking chair for those midnight feedings? Tetsu shook his head but bought me a rocking chair. And you know what? You can't rock a rocking chair in a Japanese house! The chair itself takes up a quarter of the apartment living room (and I am not exaggerating) and every time someone rocks, the wall behind gets banged or the person sitting on the floor gets their fingers smashed and over time the chair's runners make holes in the paper walls. Our rocking chair didn't get much use and I hated to admit that I was glad to see it go when it got trashed.
Now I have this giant juicing machine in my kitchen. It makes great juice!