Saturday, October 30, 2010

Blender Blunder


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.

Thursday, October 14, 2010

Life's Simple Pleasures

You know when you are eating a bowl of your favorite cereal (in my case, Cinnamon Toast Crunch) and you have extra milk left when it's gone? That's one of my favorite things. Because then you say to yourself, "Self, you should pour more cereal so you don't waste any milk!" That way you get seconds without feeling so guilty. I love that.

I also love singing in the shower. Not just the soft humming type. I'm talking the belt-out-loud, pretending-you're-on-Broadway type singing. My voice always sounds better in there.

And then there's the entire Thanksgiving season in general that I adore. The great "Thanksgiving F's," as I call them: Fall, Family, Food, and of course, FOOTBALL. Bring on the Bowl games. You could say I'm one of those Holiday nazis that gets really upset when Christmas lovers overstep their given celebratory time allotment. What, four weeks of Christmas music isn't enough? Thanksgiving is the red-headed stepchild of holidays--always overlooked by it's big brother Christmas. And no, reader. You're thinking I'm some evil eggnog-hating, reindeer-poaching, Scrooge-like villain who wants to extinguish the Yuletide spirit. Nay. I love Christmas. I just love Thanksgiving too. I think a holiday dedicated to gratitude merits at least a full week of our attention. So yes, I get rather vexed when people skip right to the "get-presents" holiday. Ok. Off the soapbox, Linds.

Next, I love sleeping. Caleb always laughs at me because every night when I crawl in bed I always give a big sigh, and say, "This is my favorite part of the day!" Speaking of sleep... I also really like flat pillows. None of that fluffy stuff. It hurts my neck.

And lastly, I love pumpkin. (Which I guess should have been grouped with Thanksgiving.) You could say that my favorite vegetable is pumpkin, even though I have never actually eaten just pumpkin. But it is included in so many delicious desserts, and therefore wins the favorite veggie award. Pumpkin Pie, of course, Pumpkin Chocolate Chip cookies, Pumpkin Crunch (a Snell family dessert with pumpkin and this divine cake mix/butter/nut topping.) Pumpkin bread from Great Harvest... Oh, and once my roommates and I ate an entire pumpkin sheet cake by ourselves in one night. Then there was last year when Caleb and I went to every place in Provo that served pumpkin pie milkshakes. AND you can carve them! Last year I won a pumpkin carving contest. I carved a BYU Football Helmet. Like I said, obsessed.