We bought a Vitamix the other day. Our one Christmas gift, you know? I'm generally averse to shopping and commodities and fancy bourgeois appliances and all that. So I wasn't really aware of what exactly we were getting into.
But, holy mama. Game-changer.
This thing should have birds and angels and stars humming around it at all times. It's that good.
So far, we've made:
3 batches of homemade hummus (evidence at right), daily banana-blueberry-raspberry smoothies, kale-beet-carrot-celery green smoothies, and, most impressively, this morning the mister made homemade almond milk, nut bag and all. Did you know this thing makes soup — hot soup, no less??! AND it kneads your bread dough, too? AND whips up a quickie sorbet for dessert?
Off the hook. This is ideal medicine for the hating-to-cook tendencies I've coddled for too long.
We've got 8 avocados that will soon be guacamole on deck for later today and enough greens in the fridge to feed your cow. I can't believe how much easier this beast makes it to eat well, and to eat raw, too.
(I will admit that between this and the crockpot, though, I fear that my bohemian credentials are perilously threatened. Sigh. Damn you, modernity. Damn you, delicious green drinks. Damn you, 240mph blending machine.)