Sentences with phrase «juice in my husband»

I like to put some V8 veggie juice in my husband's lunches along with fruit and a sandwich to keep it pretty healthy.

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Get your husband to peel the apples (as I do) and then core them and cut them into 2 cm wedges and put them in a medium mixing bowl with the rinsed blackberries and sprinkle the lemon juice over the fruit.

All the credit for this juice goes to my husband, a lover of V8 in the past.

Two months of the Life Force machine (one of the wonders in our new doctor's office), extensive breathing exercises, yoga, meditation, homeopathic remedies, juices, fasting, and a serene ski vacation in Utah — and I have my husband back.

My husband used to juice a lot, but he hasn't done it in awhile.

My husband made homemade salsa this year and he didn't use any vinegar in his recipe — just the lime juice.

As I mentioned in this post about running a half - marathon, my husband and I drink tart cherry juice two times each day to help with recovery from our long runs, and our kids love it when we add the tart cherry concentrate to smoothies.

my husband isn't the biggest fruit consumer, so when i had a boat ton of citrus leftover from a project, i went to making my favorite juice this time of year, as well as develop a more substantial variety in the form of a creamy smoothie.

Clover Juice, one of L.A.'s most exciting and delicious brands is now available everywhere in the U.S. thanks to a new and unprecedented shipping overnight program.Created in 2013 by husband - and - wife duo Cassandra and Andrew Walker and their business partner Beau Laughlin, Clover's mission is to make the nutritional benefits of high quality juicing accessible to all.

We have a pita chipper at the farmer's market who sells this one variety that is just doused in lemon juice and garlic and my husband and I both agreed we can not buy any more because they are gone like WAY too fast.

I made some raw spring rolls (the rice paper wet with water kind) filled with shredded cabbage, carrot, parsnip, chopped cilantro, tamari, lemon, and ginger juice, and my husband had the WORST gas the next day (I had some too, but it was milder)... that was the only thing we could think of and we're afraid of raw cabbage now, unless it's fermented as in sauerkraut!

For some reason I hought these were ok as they don't have honey (for his pre12 month food, but after hearing the episode my husband looked at the ingredients and it's high in apple juice concentrate!

While in Boca Raton this holiday season my husband and I woke up one morning craving a big green juice.

I do not have a juicer, I would like a juice that had strawberries and watermelon in it, and I would share it with my husband

Farmer K is helping her husband fight AS, and she has done an excellent job of summing of what to expect in the beginning of a juice fast!

There are certainly variations depending on what's available or what's in my fridge but I make sure I have at least 16 ounces of this juice every day as well as my son and husband.

just wondering, heard so much about the gelatin that I went out and purchased a little bag of it at the balk barn, she said it is edible, now I was reading an article that said use 1/4 cup of cold water and 2 teaspoons in a cup stir good and dissolve, place in fridge, and just before you are ready to go to bed take it out of the fridge and set it aside, in the morning mix it with some juice and drink it, well my husband says the crystals never really dissolve, so not sure what kinda of gelatin it is, should we be mixing it with warm water, and also on the article it shows like squares of jello, so we were thinking that the mixture we mix at night should be thicker, is it safe to drink the kind from the Balk Barn... thx

My husband purchased Cesar Canine Cuisine's Filet Mignon Flavor in Meaty Juices, 3.5 oz size on Saturday.

I know we have electro - sensitive people whose physiology goes haywire the instant the juice is turned on (a neighbor whose daughter reacts instantly, and very badly, to wi - fi running in the house — her husband tried to fool her but she sussed out that the signal was on, instantly).

As husband hunched in the bathroom, trying to scrub blood - orange - juice vomit out of the hotel's white Egyptian cotton doona, I lay pathetically on the sheets channelling Virginia Woolf: «If it's a choice between death and Richmond, I choose death!»

Her husband is barbecuing and the rest of us will be blowing up pool toys in between sips of champers (well, sparkling apple juice for the young uns).