Smoothie, success and disaster in one.

As I stepped out of my car this evening and headed into the house, I got enough of this strangely-wonderful-for-March warmth in my lungs that suddenly a smoothie seemed like a perfect dinner plan.

I make the best smoothies.

It’s true.

Turning my nose at establishments that resort to syrups to create their smoothies, I am a true smoothie snob.  

Square Piece don’t need no syrup.

Square Piece don’t need no ice.

Square Piece don’t need no sherbet.

Cheaters.

Here’s what I pulled out:

• frozen banana (self-frozen, approx. 1/3 of a banana)
• frozen papaya (purchased whole, cut and frozen; a few slivers)
• frozen strawberries (no seriously, it’s always more cost effective to slice/freeze on your own time)
• strawberry yogurt (that I made myself… …just kidding.)
• guava nectar
• orange juice
• honey

Personally, I find that placing the fruit in the blender first makes for a smoother blend.  Unfortunately, working in this order makes measuring liquids harder if you’re trying to be precise.  Smoothie-making, however, is one area in which I’m rarely OCD.  For your benefit, I took pictures of the steps so that you could see about how much you’ll need for the pourable ingredients.

This much banana and papaya:

This many strawberries:

This much orange juice (with the fruit in there, it’s at 1.5 cups):

This much guava nectar (we’re at 1.75 cups now):

This much strawberry yogurt (I get the pourable kind; we’re at 2 cups now):

Then a few squirts of honey.

Once I blended and taste-tested, it certainly was delicious… but not quite finished.  I personally prefer a smooth smoothie; and this one was certainly tropical, but still a wee bit tart from the strawberries.  Nothing takes a smoothie to a creamsicle level like some vanilla yogurt.

I used this much (a couple tablespoons?):

Then I sliced a strawberry to rim the glass just for your viewing pleasure.

Heading into the dark living room with my camera in one hand and the smoothie in the other, I used the smoothie hand to turn on the light.  I swear that the glass barely touched the switch, but I immediately heard it shatter.

Oh, it was just the stem.

Well, I think I can still finish this if I don’t touch the sharp part.

(I was really hungry.)

I don’t know what I was thinking, but I checked to see if the glass would still stand on it’s own.  It did, but barely.  That lasted all of five seconds before it toppled over, leaving a delicious and fruity treat in which Beauregard could drag his ears.

We each give it two thumbs up.

Yes, I put my original straw back in its glass.  Yes, I scooped the parts that didn’t seem to technically be touching the floor back into my glass as well.  You’ve seen that episode of Friends with the cheesecake, right?  …Yeah, something like that.