I drink mauve goo… 2, October 2007Posted by babychaos in General Wittering, Life and living, Light Fluff, Play.
Tags: Bizarre, household, Things there should be a word for
…And I like it as well.
I have been on a bit of a get-fit-get-thin programme recently and as part of my efforts I have been experimenting with smoothies.
Smoothies are great because they are full of fruity goodness and absolutely enormously filling. One smoothie and you are guaranteed an anaconda moment*.
I use the Rolls Royce of wand blenders, the Bamix because I’ve got better things to do with my time than spend half an hour removing pieces of smashed up pip from the ubiquitous difficult-to-get-to-corners, found in all pukka blenders and smoothie makers, with a tooth pick.
Check this out. It’s blackberries whizzed up and sieved to remove the claggy bits, live yogurt, milk and a little fruit sugar. The result is a kind of black goo until you add the milk then it goes vivid purple, which, as you can see, is not a million miles away from the lovely blue beer fest logo on the mug.
This picture doesn’t quite do it justice, so here it is again, close up.
I can’t wait to give this to somebody’s child and tell them it’s Yeti Juice or Giant Dinosaur Blood.
* Anaconda Moment: The effect of a meal so huge that you are ready to believe that you can survive at least six months without eating again, preferably comatose, to aid digestion.