8/4/2023 0 Comments Juice boxes![]() “I especially want vegetable blend sweetie,” I reply.Ĭountless Juicy Juices later and some good daddy-daughter time yields a mostly full carboy. “Daddy, do you really want vegetable blend?” she asks. I realize puncturing the little foil opening with the straw then just inverting and squeezing the life out of the juice box with satisfactory repressed hatred for its rectangular cluttered existence works best. Berry juice shoots out of the straw, but abruptly stops halfway through the juice box. I hold the juice box over the funnel and squeeze. I remind her that she hasn’t drank out of one in the past year, now is not the time to start. “This one is berry!” she exclaims as she attempts to take a sip. She assumes her place on the counter and punctures the first juice box. My seven-year old daughter Tessa eagerly volunteers to help. ![]() I propose a simple request: Someone needs to sit on the kitchen counter, stick the straw into the juice box and hand it to me so I can squeeze the accursed juice into the awaiting three-gallon (11-L) carboy. The kids get home like clockwork, with more juice boxes. there’s only one thing to do: Ferment this mess. Really?! Do kids actually drink something labeled vegetable blend? But I digress. I line them up on the kitchen counter after scouring the house for every last one: Fruit punch, berry, apple, strawberry watermelon, grape, orange tangerine. My wife and kids leave for school and I collect all the juice boxes. But how about seventy-plus juice boxes? Oh, yes, these will be useful. I’ve taught my kids similar lessons: Hang onto certain things that may be useful in life. It seems tasty enough and I was raised to not be wasteful. This must end.Ĭountless Juicy Juices later and some good daddy-daughter time yields a mostly full carboy. I find them on the shelf, under the shelf, in my boots, behind the washing machine, some in the fridge, and some in that space between the wall and the fridge somehow. ![]() ![]() Like, not even stacking them in a certain place or in any kind of order - just literally toss them into the pantry. So my kids toss their daily juice box in our pantry upon the emptying of the backpacks. What they don’t finish, the kids take home. Some form of bagged snack such as a cookie, or cracker, or whatever. I should be grateful the elementary school provides a late afternoon snack to its students. No, I’m not talking about my kids I’m talking about the Juicy Juice juice boxes they bring home every day and never drink. They’re going to sit around the house, take up space, but as much as I want to I can’t get rid of them. I know they’re coming, and I detest their presence. ![]()
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