Joel Rendall

This morning’s breakfast included a delicious mango. Just as I was about to throw out the mango pit, I glanced over at a bottle of sparkling water / seltzer / club soda (whatever you want to call the stuff).

I put the pit in a glass, then poured the club soda on it. I put it in the fridge with a plate on top (since the bottle was a room temperature).

A few minutes later, I was drinking Mango Pop! It was better than I recall actual soda tasting, and your teeth don’t hate you for it, either.

You can reuse the same mango pit for several glasses. I intend to experiment with different fruit scraps to create different flavours.

I find much joy in the impressive, tomato-cutting mastery of my Forever Sharp knife… But today I didn’t appreciate its power quite as much, when I found it on an epic journey to the deepest core of my thumb.

Since going raw vegan almost 2 months ago, I have been eating about what seems like 20 times the amount of fruit and vegies of a normal human. Many a fruit slice, I’d been wondering when my hand-eye coordination would finally fail me. That day was today.

I consulted my on-staff doctor, (Google.com), and found a solution. I mixed together water sea salt (the only salt I had at hand… pun intended), and dabbed. Within a couple minutes, the gushing stopped.

So there’s my tip of the day – if you find yourself with an accidental cut, and don’t want to bleed (nothing against the emo teen population, of course), now you know the best way to make it stop.