This is another one of my Hi-I’m-A-Nincompoop posts. This time, however, I am entirely unrepentant about my behaviour…
Around Christmas, it becomes de rigueur for lucky food lovers to start gloating about receiving, or treating themselves to, a certain big, fancy, lauded, and esteem-conferring kitchen appliance.
I think you know what I’m talking about. Yep. The Kitchen Aid.
As a PhD student bumbling along on the scrapings afforded me by my scholarship (oh gosh, Hannah, look: beetroot is down to $4.98 a kilo this week! Aren’t you lucky, getting to splurge on something besides cabbage and broccoli for once!), making such a hefty financial purchase is far beyond my realm of possibility.
But then, there was Christmas. Oh, how there was Christmas. I almost stopped breathing when my grandparents handed me a Christmas card enclosing a cheque that would grant me the ability to procure the appliance of my dreams. The appliance I’ve been craving, creating fantasies in my head about, and even making space in my bed for*.
Wait, are you thinking I bought a Kitchen Aid?
Hah! No, that’s for normal people.
I am, it seems, a different kind of normal.
My preciousssss… (two LOTR references in a row? I’m on fire!)
I bought myself a Vita-Mix.
The Be All and End All Superstar MacDaddy of blenders. This baby can blend anything (edible). It can make nut butters, it can make flour out of whole grains, and it can make any and every type of smoothie imaginable. At one end of the spectrum, it can make ice cream out of frozen fruit in seconds, and at the other, it can make hot soup from scratch by transforming vegetables (even hard ones like raw carrots and pumpkin) into a boiling puree in 4-6 minutes, all because of how powerful its motor and blades are.
I think I’m a little bit in love with it.
While I can never thank my grandparents enough for their overwhelming generosity and contribution to my current happiness, I also need to thank the gorgeous Robyn of Girl On Raw. Robyn not only pointed me towards the Australian online retailer of this American appliance, but she selflessly gave me her own gift voucher for the retailer so that I could put it towards my purchase.
So thank you, my beloved grandparents and my dear Robyn. From the bottom of my heart.
But that’s enough about me. It’s time to instead show you what I christened my new baby with. I made a riff on Robyn’s Strawberry Seduction Smoothie, although (shockingly, I know) my version was bereft of cacao nibs.
Luckily, it was all kinds of fruity delicious anyway. Oh, before you ask, yes, I served my smoothie in an enormous soup-bowl mug. Apparently, when I bought a blender with which to make magical huge nourishing smoothies, I forgot that I don’t own glasses big enough for magical huge nourishing smoothies. Oh, and yes, the smoothie was so thick I had to eat it with a spoon. Ah well. Can’t win ‘em all.
Raspberry, Banana, and Coconut Smoothie
- 1 large banana, frozen and broken up into large chunks
- 1/2 cup frozen raspberries
- 1 cup non-dairy milk
- 1 tb agave syrup
- 1 tb chia seeds
- couple of dashes of cinnamon
- 3 token ice cubes. Just because, erm, I knew the Vita-Mix could blend them.
- Couple of spoonfuls of melted raw coconut butter/oil, to garnish. (The coconut butter acts like Ice Magic when it hits the cold smoothie, which was rather exciting for me as I’ve never actually eaten Ice Magic.)
1. Throw all ingredients (except for the coconut butter) into the Vita-Mix (or another high-powered blender) and blend for about one minute. Pour into a large-enough smoothie receptacle, and drizzle your coconut butter on top. Watch the coconut butter turn into solid bits of fun that you can scoop up with or without your smoothie, then giggle with happiness like a schoolgirl.
Oh, lighting fail. I do apologise. Also, the spotty nature of the coconut butter drizzle is because the weather was 35°C when I made this, and so the coconut butter had melted to a clear liquid. As a result, I couldn’t see where I was drizzling the coconut until it hit the cold smoothie and solidified. Like magic. Whee!
* Not really. I’m not quite that nincompoopy.