A Smoothie Update

Back in June, I posted about some smoothies we’d been enjoying. And in that post, I mentioned that I wanted to (eventually) try a “green smoothie” — i.e., a smoothie containing greens, specifically spinach. I also said that I’d let you know if I worked up the fortitude to actually give one a try.

Well, I did. Finally. Almost three months later.

I know, I know. Spinach in a smoothie? It sounds…questionable. Maybe even disgusting. I mean, I’m a fan of spinach. I enjoy a summer salad with spinach and strawberries and feta cheese. But spinach in a smoothie? Drinking spinach? Well, it gave me pause. Which is why it has taken so long for me to actually make one…and drink it.

The verdict: Not bad. Not bad at all.

Here’s what I combined in my blender:

1 banana
1/2 cup plain, lowfat yogurt
1 Tbsp. cocoa powder
1 dash of sugar
A gigantic handful of baby spinach
Some water (1/2 cup?)
Ice

I blended it for…um…quite a while. Because, while I was willing to try a green smoothie, I wanted to make sure that the green part was completely and utterly pulverized. I was not interested in drinking chunks of spinach.

I did not take a picture of the final smoothie, but that’s probably for the best. It was rather, well, mud-colored. Not exactly attractive. The spinach and the cocoa combined to make a not-too-lovely shade of smoothie. But that was okay. I didn’t have to look at the smoothie in order to drink it, right?

I poured some for C., who specifically asked if he could try it. I was impressed. Not many 10-year-olds would ask for some of their mom’s spinach-drink — at least not the 10-year-olds I know.

We started sipping.

The taste? Much like a plain ol’ chocolate-banana smoothie. I didn’t taste spinach at all. There was certainly a taste of “something” in addition to the chocolate and banana, but it wasn’t strong, and it wasn’t offensive. C. drank all of his, and I drank all of mine. We agreed that we liked it. And considering that this recipe is an awesome way to get all kinds of nutrients into myself and my tween, I consider that a major success.

In the interest of full disclosure, I made another one of these chocolate-green smoothies a few nights later, and Chad tried some as well. While he drank all of his, he did not seem impressed. But it could have been the color — the color was really and truly unappealing. But if you can look past the color, and you have a good pulverizing blender, give it a shot.

A few of our favorite smoothies

BlenderIn the comments of my last Friday’s Fave Five post, Keyley (who happens to be my sister-in-law — hi, Keyley!) asked me to share my favorite smoothie recipe. I was so glad she asked because I have been at a loss for blog post topics am always happy to spread cold, refreshing, fruity goodness around a little.

I’ll list several of our favorite smoothie concoctions, but I have to give a few caveats first:

1. A smoothie only makes my “favorites” list if C. likes it, too. I tend to make smoothies in bulk, for all of us to enjoy, and as a way to get extra nutrients into my 10-year-old. Therefore, these smoothies are fairly simple — nothing too exotic, nothing too crazy.

2. We have a very serious, heavy-duty Blender-with-a-capital-B. We’ve had other blenders — purchased at Target or a department store. And while they’re fine for some things (like mixing a banana and some yogurt), we’ve discovered that a heavy-duty, though admittedly pricier, Blender allows us to do so much more.

For example, my first recipe includes an orange, and all I do is peel it — the seeds go in along with the rest of the orange, the blender pulverizes them, and you’d never even know they were originally there. Also, I sometimes throw an apple into my smoothies — an entire apple. I remove the stem, but the core, peel, and seeds all stay intact. In one of our previous blenders, this would have been a recipe for a lumpy, gritty, disgusting disaster, but in the new one, you can’t even tell.

All I’m saying is that, depending on your blender, you might have to make some adjustments.

Anyway, on to the recipes:

Banana, Orange & Carrot Smoothie

1/2 banana
1 orange, peeled
1/2 cup orange juice
2-3 baby carrots
1 cup ice

Combine ingredients in blender and blend well (start on a low setting and then increase to high; blend on high approx. 30 seconds). This is probably my personal favorite right now — refreshing, naturally sweet, and tastes similar to an Orange Julius. Yum.

Peanut Butter Banana Smoothie

1 banana
3/4 cup milk
Big glob of peanut butter (adjust to your liking — I probably use 1-2 Tbsp)
1 cup ice
Optional: Sometimes I include an apple, or exchange vanilla yogurt for some of the milk

Combine ingredients in blender and blend well.

Refreshing Fruit Smoothie

1 cup hulled strawberries
1 banana
1 cup red or green seedless grapes
1 cup ice

Combine ingredients in blender and blend well. I wasn’t sure if I’d like a smoothie without any kind of added yogurt or juice, but I really love this one. It’s just pure fruit juce, but I think it has a great taste.

Strawberry Ice Cream

Okay, this isn’t a smoothie, but it’s delicious. Not entirely healthy. But did I mention that it’s delicious?

1 cup milk (I used 2%)
1 pound frozen unsweetened strawberries
Up to 1/2 cup sugar or other sweetener (I used between 1/4 c and 1/2 cup)
1/2 teaspoon vanilla flavoring

Combine in blender, blend until smooth, but don’t over-blend (or it will start to melt). I have no idea if this will work in every blender — I found it on a site dedicated to our brand. I was skeptical, but it really worked. The frozen strawberries provided both the flavor and the coldness, and the blender whipped it into a yummy, soft-serve consistency strawberry ice cream. We drizzled it with chocolate syrup and devoured it. Three of us split it, but it could certainly stretch further — we were all stuffed after eating it.

And here’s a smoothie I’d like to try, but haven’t quite worked up the guts to…yet:

Cocoa Green Smoothie

1-3 cups baby spinach (start lower and work up to 3 cups)
1  banana (frozen, or use fresh and add some ice)
1 cup milk
1 tbsp cocoa powder
1 tbsp sugar
Add water if needed to help the blending

Spinach in a smoothie? I know! Sounds weird. But I’ve heard that you can hardly tell it’s there, and just think of all the added nutrients I could get my kids to consume. I’ll let you know if I manage to try this one…

Writing this post made me crave a smoothie, so I just made one and thought I’d share a picture. Here’s the Banana, Orange, & Carrot smoothie, right before I made it quickly disappear.

smoothie

If you have a favorite smoothie or cold blended drink, please share! I’m always looking for new ones to try.

Friday’s Fave Five

friday-fave-five-springIt’s Friday again, which means Susanne‘s hosting Friday’s Fave Five. Hop over there to visit other participants. But in the meantime, here are five things I’ve enjoyed this week.

1. Smoothies A new blender arrived at our house a week or so ago, and we have been on a major smoothie kick. The blender gets used on a daily basis and has, in fact, been given a permanent home on our counter since we use it so often. In addition to creating delicious smoothies loaded with fresh fruit, I’ve also been sneaking some veggies in here and there — you can’t even taste them. Last night we had some Banana, Orange, & Carrot smoothies. Delicious!

2. A gentle transition into summer break. C. has been out of school for a little over a week now, and I think we’ve had a fairly smooth transition into summer vacation. He’s been reading, riding his bike, and even doing chores with a good attitude. (His bedroom is clean, his laundry is folded and put away — and I haven’t had to do any of it!) I’ve also been enjoying just having him home more, and L. is thrilled to have his “big bugger” around every day.

3. A husband and two kids who love me with all their hearts, even when I’m hard to live with, even when I’m an emotional wreck, even when they have no idea what to do with me. Thanks, guys — you’re the best and I love each of you very much!

strawberries4. Strawberries. We visited the local farm market this week and stocked up on strawberries. Let me tell you, the stockpile didn’t last very long. I spent some time making enough strawberry jam to last us for quite a while, and then moved on to making shortcake, which we enjoyed Wednesday night — slathered with sugared strawberries and whipped cream, of course. Yummy! There are a few strawberries left, but I’ve hidden them in the back of the refrigerator so I can eat them all make sure they last at least a couple days.

5. A blooming rose bush. The sight of a blooming rose bush at the corner of our house always warms my heart. What warms my heart even more is when my husband takes a few minutes when he gets home from work to pick a rose just for me, and then greets me with it when he enters the house. Thanks, Chad!

rose

The longest post about decluttering you never wanted to read

So. I haven’t been on the computer much lately. But I have been decluttering. Which is quite surprising.

Surprising? you ask. What’s the big deal about decluttering?

Well, the big deal is, I’m usually trying to find ways to avoid most forms of houswork. I’m uptight and particular about many things, but a spotless and clutter-free house is not one of them. So when it comes to housework, I procrastinate and rationalize and practice advanced avoidance techniques. It helps that I have a high tolerance for dust and concealed piles.

Yes, I said concealed piles. I like the kitchen counter to be cleared off. I don’t stack things on the coffee table. But give me a closet or a cupboard, or pretty much anything that closes, and I’m likely to stash stuff there with little concern for the number of items accumulating.

Until this week, apparently. This week, I was seized by the overwhelming urge to just clean some things out. Certainly not normal for me, but I went with it.

It all started with the hall closet.

When we moved to this house, I decided that in addition to coats, the hall closet would be used to store things like light bulbs and extra school supplies and board games — things that we might need at any given time, and wanted to have handy. I bought a little two-drawer organizer, set things up and kept it that way for the past four years.

But on Monday, I decided that I actually need the vacuum cleaner in the hall closet. At this point in our family’s development, it seems that I have to vacuum our main level twice-weekly daily constantly. (Apparently, my kids can generate more  than their body weight in crumbs and itty bitty scraps of paper on a daily basis.) Currently, however, the vacuum lives upstairs, in our bedroom closet. And lugging it up and down the steps all the time makes me grouchy tired. Things would be so much easier if I had it readily available on the main level of the house.

Great. Problem solved.

Except it’s a small cloest, and there was no room for the vacuum.

Okay, so all the stuff in the closet had to move elsewhere. I quickly decided that the cabinets under the half-bath’s sink would be the perfect place for light bulbs and the other random household supplies that were currently in the closet. Perfect.

Except for the fact that those bathroom cabinets were full of…well, other stuff.

So I started there. Within an hour, the half-bath cabinets were streamlined and organized, ready to welcome my handy two-drawer organizer from the hall closet. Another hour or so later, the hall closet was happily housing the vacuum. In the process, I also generated a large garbage bag full of junk that could leave the house entirely.

But did I stop there? Oh no.

On to the storage room.The storage room is the half of our basement where I stash anything that doesn’t have a home, along with clothes from C. that I’m saving for L., books that don’t fit on the bookshelves, holiday decorations, and about a million other things. It is a scary place, because I’ve been somewhat less than organized in my stashing.

I’m currently in the process of going through every single item, storing like things together, and actually labeling containers. I started months ago, but I have a feeling it will never actually be done.

Monday night, I attacked seven more boxes, filled a bag of clothes for the local mission, set aside a basket of toys to give away, and produced another two garbage bags full of, well, garbage. Whew!

You’d think that would be enough for a housework-avoider like me, but oh no!

Last night saw me finally dealing with the “to-file pile.”

Confession: I hate filing. I like things to be filed, but I hate the process. So I tend to let the to-file pile grow. And grow. And grow. Until I literally cannot fit another item on it. It stays hidden in our computer armoire, where I can be careful to not look at it. But anyone who stops by our house is likely to see it, since the armoire doors are often open. So I’m perpetually embarrassed about it, but still manage to not do anything about it for months at a time.

Here’s what it looked like last night at 8:00 p.m. (And no, I can’t believe I’m posting this for all the world to see.)

before

And here’s what it looked like at 10:30 p.m.

after

Ah, much better. I love when it’s all cleaned up. So why don’t I file more often? I have no answer for that.

Not surprisingly, there’s no point to this post. Except: I’ve been decluttering. Which isn’t much of a point, if you ask me.

But I do have to admit that purging the closet and cabinets and storage pile and computer armoire has been — if not “enjoyable” — fulfilling. It feels good to know that the piles aren’t actually taking over my house, and that I’ve gotten rid of a whole bunch of stuff that was either expired or unnecessary or useless or extraneous. Who knows — with my new lightened load, maybe I’ll actually have room in my brain for blog posts.

The Great (and far too long) Bed Update

[Note: This post is ridiculously long. If you want the bottom line, just scroll down to where it says "So, in summary." I won't be offended in the least.]

I owe all of you an update.

A couple weeks ago, I solicited your advice, right here on this blog, regarding bed sizes. Chad and I were in need of an upgrade, but couldn’t decide if we should jump from full to king or if a queen-size bed would be sufficient.  And boy, lots of you came out of hiding to comment on that post! Chad and I thank you — your input was appreciated and duly considered as we made our decision.

Comments were pretty much split between those assuring us that a queen is plenty and those encouraging us to go for a king. In the end, we decided to trust those who said a queen size would be sufficient. I was a little nervous, but I placed the order anyway, and we waited for the arrival of our bed.

Placed an order?” you say? Yes, I placed an order. See, we had also decided to switch from a standard mattress and box-spring to one of those new-fangled sleep number beds. We know a number of people who have them and every single one of them raves about the wonder that is a SelectComfort bed.

So once again, we trusted the advice of others and went for a bed that comes in about six medium-to-large boxes, rather than a bed that comes in two gigantic parts that would have to be maneuvered through our slightly-cramped staircase.

Less than a week later, the UPS man rang the doorbell and asked me to open the garage door. “Um…I’ve got a bunch of big boxes for you.”

I obliged, and soon half of our garage was filled with boxes that said “Sleep Number.”

Now that the bed was here, in my house, I could rest easy. The hard part — the decision-making — was over, and I was content to wait a few days until the weekend arrived and we could assemble the Sleep Number bed at a leisurely pace.

But Chad? Not quite as content to wait. When he heard the boxes had arrived, he arranged to come home from work early that day so we could disassemble the old bed, assemble the new bed, and enjoy our spacious and customizable new sleeping surface that very night.

Here’s a handy fact for you: If you want to test your marriage and see what it’s really made of, put a bed together with your spouse. Preferably, one that involves six boxes, and at least three separate sets of instructions. Also, this test works best if one of you believes it’s a good idea to actually read and follow directions while the other one (*cough* Chad *cough*) prefers to work by intuition.

Also, adding 2 kids and a cat to the mix creates extra excitement and challenge.

I’m happy to say that we all survived the Great Assembling of the Bed. And our marriage did, too. In fact, I would guess that we grew even closer by accomplishing an important project together.

We then enjoyed spending 30 minutes or so watching the dual chambers of our bed inflate.  Let me tell you, you don’t need TV when you’ve got entertainment like that.

One set of cozy flannel sheets and one striped quilt later, the new bed was ready to test.

We each claimed our rightful side of the bed and took turns using the remote, experimenting to see what our Sleep Numbers might be (the range is 5-100). I started around 70, because I like a firm, yet forgiving, sleeping surface. Chad started with 100, because I think he might sleep on a rock if possible.

We’ve been experimenting ever since, trying to find our perfect numbers. It’s not that the bed is uncomfortable — on the contrary, we both seem to be sleeping rather well — it’s just that we might be a tad bit obsessive, and we want to make sure that, even though we’re happy with our current numbers, a different number isn’t slightly better. I predict that it will take a while before we stop messing with it and proudly declare our official Sleep Numbers.

For the time being, I’m sleeping on a 45 and Chad’s down around 80, I think. Perhaps he wouldn’t actually sleep on a rock.

So, in summary: We really like the bed. We’re still trying to figure out our ideal sleep numbers. And most importantly, a queen has proven to be big enough for us. I’ve only poked Chad in the eye once since we got the new bed, and I was having a rather stressful dream at the time. For the most part, I can sprawl comfortably without running into him.

But can you guess who’s enjoying our new bed the most?

The cat.

She has completely abandoned her cozy little kitty-bed, which rests on a chest at the foot of our bed, and has claimed her corner of the bed for herself. I don’t know if she just appreciates the colorful stripes on the new quilt or if she believes that cats, too, deserve sleep numbers.

But I do know that we tend to accidentally kick her out of bed most nights, while we’re sleeping. After all, a queen may be big enough for us, but adding a cat to the mix is pushing it.

Thank you, once again, for all your input on our Major Decision. I still might not have made the plunge, if it wasn’t for your help.