In the way of all mothers my sister has decided that I need to eat healthier, so she brought me two cartons of juice. This is a woman who is permanently sleep-deprived (she manages a call center) and believes that all food should be covered in cheese. She also left a box of cream puffs in the fridge, which should counter the effects of the healthy drinks.Â One is, uck, broccoli, the other pomegranate. I don’t think I’ve ever seen a pomegranate, all I know is that in classical mythology Persephone ate some, so she has to return to Hades every year. As for broccoli, the sight of the word is enough to make me run screaming out of the house. However, I always feel compelled to try new products (Must remember to throw out my dust-covered museum of products that swore to make my hair behave), so I poured myself some broccoli juice. It wasn’t bad. A bit too sweet, but then I love ampalaya. Fish with ampalaya, ampalaya tea, raw ampalaya. Cookie also got me four-in-one herbal coffee sachets containing coffee, cream, sugar. . .and silymarin. That’s supposed to be good for your liver, right, except that I don’t know where the cream came from and I worry about ingesting cheap dinnerware in milk.