Ed’s birthday finishes off the month January — just about the time my new years resolutions start to crumble and I’m trying to hold onto the last few strands of my dignified self by pouring over Goop recipes. Knowing in my heart that this is the year I will become Gwyneth, I did what every good girlfriend should do and bought him the present I’ve always wanted — a juicer. I made some concessions and ordered a very masculine black, only to find that my subconscious had gotten the better of me. So we are now the proud owners of a regal white Champion! 

The struggle between Camp Blender and Camp Juicer is real. Not wanting to be disloyal to the years of service of the Vitamix, I’ve spent a long time preaching against all the measly yield and all the loss that juicers represent. When it comes down to it though, sometimes you just want the juice and straining fruit pulp through a sieve is a bitch. 

The first test was an old favorite I’ve only had the pleasure of making in the centrifuge…so very slowly. Turns out Camp Juicer is just as great! Great yield and fairly easy to clean, but still a nagging amount of discarded waste. The waste lacked a lot of flavor, but I know that Gwyneth would NEVER throw away that pulp, so I did a bit of searching and found a few recipes for Juicer Pulp Muffins.