|This is my "fruit" smoothie. Yes, it's green.|
So lately we’ve pared our breakfasts down to two possibilities – either bran cereal with soy milk or fruit smoothies. Now, for the most part, I’m okay with either of these selections. This is a far cry better than the cardboard-type cereal that Vince tried to palm off on me during one moment early in our marriage by saying, “But, Janie, it’s good for us!”
Sorry, but I do not see how eating cardboard can possibly be good for us.
But that was then and this is now.
Now, I do not turn up my nose when I arrive at the breakfast table that Vince has so lovingly set while I’ve been busy getting ready for work. (He lost that coin toss early on since he leaves for work later than I.)
He places my cup of coffee on the coaster, which is situated on the upper left corner of the placemat. The small tin cup with the 1,000 or so vitamins and supplements we take on a daily basis is set on the upper right corner of the placemat along with a glass of cold filtered water. And either a bowl of cereal and a spoon or my double-walled see-through “J” cup filled to the brim with a fruit smoothie and a straw are set dead center in the middle of the green glass charger.
Ah, routine. It’s comforting to know what to expect in the morning, especially since I am not, have never been and never will be a morning person.
In contrast, on the one morning a week I get up to fix breakfast for Vince since he works on Saturdays and I do not, the table looks like I have haphazardly flung spoons, bowls, boxes of cereal and containers of soy milk in the general direction of our seat assignments. That is because this is what I do. Did I mention I am not a morning person?
And sometimes I miss. It is on those mornings when bran flakes litter the floor, that I sincerely wish we had a dog instead of two finicky cats.
And, yes, it’s a very good thing that Vince leaves for work later than I most mornings.
Lately, we’ve been trying to incorporate more vegetables and fruit into our diet. And by “we” I mean “Vince.” I’m okay with green veggies like broccoli, sugar snap peas, beans and even spinach. In my salads.
But we’re crossing the line when I see a big bag of kale, for God’s sake, being emptied into the blender along with the strawberries, blueberries and bananas. O.M.G.
He has tried to be sneaky about it, too, methinks. First he started adding flax to our smoothies. The only reason I knew he added flax was because he added too much and I was picking bits of what looked and tasted like sawdust out of my mouth.
Then he started putting in a handful of raw spinach. He didn’t tell me he’d put a handful of raw spinach in our smoothie that morning, however. The only reason I knew (crack detective that I am), is that I spied on the counter the ring of cellophane used to seal the container of spinach. Aha, I thought, there is green stuff in my smoothie!
I was all prepared not to like it – but surprisingly, it wasn’t bad. I didn’t notice any “green” spinach-y taste and mostly tasted the sweetness of the berries and the banana. Okay, I thought, I can handle this.
|Sludge, er, fruit smoothie. Picture does NOT do it justice.|
Encouraged by what he thought was my ignorance over his green food additions, Vince went a little too far. It may simply have been that we were short on berries that day. It may have been that he thought my salad for lunch wasn’t enough greens for me. It may have been that Vince just likes to push the envelope. But one day he added too much green stuff to my morning smoothie.
And, this, my friends, was the result. Can I just tell you, that there IS a visual appeal to food. And this was not appealing. The smoothie was not, well, smooth either. It was gloppy. It sort of oozed out. And it was just plain nasty to look at. Again, surprisingly, it didn’t taste as horrible as it looked. But let me just say that it was NOT my favorite morning smoothie Vince had ever made.
Since then we’ve gotten a better blender. And our smoothies do come out better. But sometimes they’re still green. Or – more accurately – sort of a grayish green. It makes them hard to drink.
So what can I do? Stop drinking them? Get up even earlier so I can take over blending duties? (Yeah, that’s not gonna happen.) Revert to pre-Vince behaviors and grab a breakfast bar and a can of Diet Coke as I rush out the door?
|Looks a little like toxic waste or something, doesn't it?!|
No, that’s not a good idea. I mean, I know this green stuff is good for me. And I enjoy our morning ritual of sitting down at breakfast together, saying a morning prayer and downing 1,000 or so vitamins and supplements. That’s so fun.
So I’ve decided that my only option is to get another double-walled “J” cup. Only this time, I’ll make sure it’s opaque and not see-through.
Either that - or I'll simply have to shut my eyes when I drink it. Breakfast of Champions? Sure - just don't look!