I can assure you that cookie week isn’t over, it’s just sort of postponed for a few hours because I came down with a surprise case of food poisoning. I won’t go into details because this is a food blog and we’re all friends but let’s just say that yesterday all I wanted was something that was healthy and light on my stomach. Enter: this smoothie.
I’m not the best at taking care of myself. If Josh isn’t around to make me a smoothie and coffee in the morning, then I usually don’t drink a smoothie. (I always figure out my coffee situation.) But I’m trying to get better. This is a big part of an initiative I like to call “being an adult.”
Outshine Fruit Bars sent me over some fruit bars and I was pleasantly surprised when I looked at the ingredient list. No weird stuff. Basically just grapefruit juice, but frozen, so I figured it’d be an easy, nice addition to my morning smoothie.
My normal smoothies in the morning look horrifying. Like the most unattractive green color you’ve ever seen. So, I decided to skip the spirulina and maca and acaî in this smoothie recipe, and just keep it sort of classic and simple.
You know those people who take WHOLE bites out of popsicles? You must know a few people who do this or, I dunno, you might even do this, too. If you do, you’re a psycho. I still like you. My boyfriend falls into this category. And so does Amelia. (She may have had one of these popsicles. May have. Actually, she totally did and loved it.)
I don’t understand voluntarily biting things that are ice cold. My spine shakes at the thought. I’d literally freak out. My brain would freeze over! Biting into cold things is like nails on a chalkboard. I guess I have major teeth sensitivity. Does this mean I’m going to lose my teeth later on in life?
Other thoughts this week have included: I need to work smarter not harder. Buying clothes (I don’t do it that often) makes me feel AWESOME and poor. Should I share my beauty favorites? Jessica has inspired me.
It’s Father’s Day on Sunday. I know this because yesterday my dad called to kindly remind me, as well as giving me strict instructions as to what he wants and where I can find it. He was even nice enough to go so far as to Google Map the store from my apartment, too–it was helpful…and bossy.
It’s cool. I realize that this bossiness must be genetic because I sort of do the same thing with him. We know what we like, I guess and aren’t all that shy.
So yes, it’s Father’s Day. And I made popsicles for me to make and for you to make.
Whiskey always reminds me of my papa. And this is because he gave it to me at age 3 (!!!!). Yeah, I had my first sip of alcohol under the age of 5. I’m sure when he reads this he’ll be all mad at me for disclosing this, but I assure you it was actually to deter me from liking alcohol. It was a part of a bigger scheme to make me a non-drinker/rager. It worked, actually. I’m not a huge drinker, but I mean, if you add some watermelon, mint and lime juice…and then freeze it! Uhh…yeah, let’zzzz go!