It is smoothie time in my house. Morning. Lunch. Afternoon. Not that I’m complaining.<\/p>\n
It is the result of a new blender. A good blender. One that doesn’t sound like a rock crusher that has thrown a belt. That was the old one. Loud. Tedious. Troubled. It made smoothies with the consistency of a fruit cocktail. Once I sprained my face trying to suck a mango chunk through a straw.<\/p>\n
So I bought us a new one. I didn\u2019t know what I was unleashing. <\/p>\n
It’s a good one. Powerful. With multiple sets of blades that chop and dice and pulverize. Smoothies come out smooth, and rescue personnel don\u2019t show up at my house after neighbors hear what they thought was a rock slide. <\/p>\n
I haven’t sprained my face once.
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My wife is amazed at the ease. How quick it is now. How she doesn\u2019t have to jam a wooden spoon into the pitcher to dislodge large frozen chunks of this and that while yelling, “Come on!” or things my daughter isn\u2019t allowed to say at school.<\/p>\n
“I never knew it could be like this,” she said, as if her eyes had been opened to a new reality. As if nothing would ever be the same. As if she had discovered the meaning of life, and it was all about easy, efficient smoothie making. Who knew? <\/p>\n
Now this smoothie-making \u201cawakening\u201d has spawned grand experimentation in my house. It’s like a smoothie innovation test center in the kitchen. Or a Frankenstein-esque mad scientist\u2019s lab. Lighting sparks and people scream, \u201cThrow in the radish!\u201d It\u2019s all in the name of adding more good stuff to our diets. So all manner of fruits and vegetables are being tested and tried to see if they go together. First it was carrots with strawberries, bananas and orange juice. <\/p>\n
Now it has moved on to more exotic combinations \u2014 spinach, beats, mint, flax seed powder, blueberries. I think they might have used a squash that looked like Gerald Ford. <\/p>\n
I get texts at work about successes — “This one is glorious!!!:)” — and failures — “Tomato, pineapple and kale! OMG. What was I thinking? Fumes overwhelming. Ate hole in granite countertop. HAZMAT team on the way. May have to sell house. :{>>>” (That’s the emoticon for throwing up.)<\/p>\n
My daughter is even dreaming up summer smoothies, and good ones. She comes up with cool names like \u201cHawaii Ocean Breeze.\u201d As the quest for the healthiest smoothie continues, I\u2019m getting asked more unusual \u201cresearch and development\u201d questions like: how many horse power is the blender? Can it chop up tree bark? Do I know where we can get Patagonian palm seeds? Is Scandinavian river dirt \u2014 which is good for the pores! \u2014 readily available online? <\/p>\n
I don\u2019t know where it\u2019s going next, but I’ve even been told that the blender will be traveling with us on vacation. I think it will be getting a name soon, too. Maybe it\u2019s own seat at the table. Never did I imagine one little purchase could spawn all of this. But as long as they keep tasting good, I’m not complaining. (We\u2019ll see what happens when the Scandinavian river dirt comes in.)<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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