It's been a few weeks, so I can laugh about it now. Such was not the case when it happened. Caleb's birthday was Sunday, Sept. 26, and I wanted to make him a special breakfast. He really likes "eggs in a nest" (when you cut a hole in the bread and fry an egg in the hole), and smoothies. So I got to work.
It is a sad day when one realizes that she has never actually made a smoothie in nearly 23 years of existence. I guess my mom always made them for us, and I never had a craving for them in college. So Caleb's birthday was as good day to learn. I put in frozen fruit, honey, and apparently not enough milk. This is the before shot... Little does the girl in the picture realize how quickly that smile will turn to a frown...
I put the lid on and pushed blend. Nothing blended. So I have the ingenious idea to stick a wooden spoon down there and mix things up a bit.
You know, they always tell you, "Don't stick your finger in a light socket," or "Don't stick a knife in the toaster," (actually, I figured that one out on my own too,) but nobody ever says, "Don't stick a spoon in an activated blender!" They should. It should be right up there with "Look both ways before crossing the street," and "Don't get into cars with strangers." Anyway, I digress...
My spoon hit the revolving blade and, well, you can just see for yourself:
Fruit smoothie everywhere. Compare the volume of smoothie in this picture with the previous one. The discrepancy all ended up on me and on the floor. It was a birthday disaster. Caleb started laughing and snapping photos, and I burst into tears, ashamed of my own incompetence. What married girl doesn't know how to make a smoothie?
If it was any consolation, what smoothie we managed to salvage from the wreckage actually tasted excellent.
