My son was still in bed when I arrived and we established, very early in the morning’s proceedings, that I am still feeling fragile. Largely because I was curled up like the small dog, groaning on the foot of his bed while he reeled off the list of jobs for the day, apparently unconcerned. Nay, enjoying himself even.
Smoothies were first on the menu.
Now, I have mentioned these smoothies before, in a post aptly named Gloop and Purple Porridge. On that occasion I referred the reader to the appalling gunge that can be concocted from perfectly acceptable fruit. Particularly if you add spinach.
That was bad enough.
His heroic efforts towards good health and recovery have now led him towards the pinnacle of the culinary ski slope and, if this morning’s shenanigans are anything to go by, it is all downhill from here.
Yesterday I made him a batch of nice, healthy vegetable soup with lentils and things. He was moved to compliment me on the taste and savour as he ate. He face was a picture of gastronomic delight. It may be in retaliation for having to voice that compliment that he had me start on the smoothies today.
In principle, I understand the reasoning behind green smoothies. In principle, I get it. I really do.
I prepared four handfuls of kale under protest and was quite pleased I managed to talk him out of the broccoli. The carrots, avocado, fresh peas and tomatoes I could live with. The cucumber and sweet pepper too. “You’re not going to like this,” he said, passing me the onions, four cloves of garlic and the chillis. He had a point. Steaming kale on an empty, delicate stomach first thing in the morning was already bad enough. Then add garlic. “I’ll have to get some seaweed,” he says. Personally, I would rather eat the blanket weed candyfloss I’d just dug out of his pond.
I headed to the door in search of fresh air for a moment before returning once more to the fray. We frequently share breakfast, but there was no way I was going to be able to stomach anything this morning… even if I would still have to cook it.
By the time the basil had gone in he was ready to blend. The resulting fluorescent green stodge resembled nothing as much as something left over from the Toxic Crusaders cartoon of his childhood. I flollopped a pint of it into a glass and encouraged four further pints of the stuff to crawl into containers.
Then reached for the phone. It has a camera.
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OMG, Sue: Yuck, yuck, yuck! Nick’s face is priceless as he looks at it! It is just like something from ‘Fungus the Bogeyman’! Don’t you think, Drear?! Hope you’re all right; I’ve been out of touch over the last couple of days and you sound a tad under the weather. xxx
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Just a coldy-type thing. More concerned about Ani, who is none too good.
Nick’s face was amazing… worth every heaving second… and still four pints to go 🙂
There are some perks to house-hobbitdom 🙂 xxx
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Oh no, what’s wrong with lovely Ani? I’ll have a look back through the last couple of days – as I have read nothing (been so busy moving posts to new site!). xxx
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Not sure… but she has a very bald rump and is hiding under the sofa cushions a lot. Unless there’s chicken. xxx
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Oh, poor little sweetie; how very worrying. Could it be worms? They do tend to drag their posteriors over any surface available when in that kind of discomfort. Hugs to her. xxx
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No, it’s all the back end of her spine. Vets says she’s clear of everything she should be… fleas, ticks, mites etc… She’s on antibiotics, steroids, antihistamines and a coat conditioning diet and supplements. Not happy though.
Hopefully she’ll be fine, but we have to go back and look deeper shortly if not. xxx
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I am so sorry to hear this, Sue; she is such a live wire under normal circumstances, isn’t she? They tug the heart strings when they’re under the weather, don’t they? Jumble, now twelve, is on a pain medication (possibly arthritis; possibly one of his lipomas – to which border collies are very prone as they age – pressing on a nerve). It is upsetting to see a beloved animal suffering. Let me know how she’s getting on. xxx
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Oh, poor Jumble!
Ani, I think, may simply be hiding under the cushions in embarassment. It really isn’t a good look, you know.. the bare faced cheek, so to speak.
Very cuddly at present though… which tells its own tale. xxx
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Well, that really doesn’t look like a yummy – gimme more of that face now does it? It looks more like the face I imagine I made back in the day when told to eat my sprouts…. LOL
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Don’t mention sprouts, Gary, he’ll have the buggers n there too… 😉
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Funny thing is that I adore sprouts now….
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So do I… but not before breakfast thank you!
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Sue – can you add an edit function to the comments please? Every comment I make I seem to have typing issues and appear dyslexic.
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If I can find out how, I will. If not, I’ll nip in and edit myself if I can.
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Ewwwwww it looks like the pond scum! Everyone knows the cure for a hang over is a little grease (think cheeseburger (sorry brown cow)) and if its this respiratory “crud” I have today, uff! I don’t know how you can eat at all. I just want to crawl back in bed and bury myself in covers. Which I think I will do right now. Hats off to you if you got that down. 😛
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I went nowhere near it! I will prepare.. under sufferance… but one adventure with one of his- ostensibly- fruit smoothies was enough. That man has courage… or no taste buds. 😉
Feel better x
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Ty you too! :*
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🙂 x
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As I sit here eating my smoothie, which is delish because it is mostly Greek yogurt, whey, mango, strawberries and sunflower seeds but I often add Kale, anyhow am most disturbed that Ani is not okay!! Please keep us posted. Will add her to my prayer list.
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Yours I might manage, Ellen 🙂
His I might if I could cook it and serve it as soup…
Thank you. She’ll be okay, I think , with a bit of care. I hope so anyway. But I am grateful for your prayers for her.
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Ick. Yuck. Eww.
You couldn’t pay me to start my way with green anything.Priceless pictures, though.
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Almost worth the preparation those pics 😉
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😀 😀 😀
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The closest I’ve gotten to that was a pear and avocado smoothie with tapioca balls in the bottom, a boba tea. Good for ya though 🙂
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Only if you don’t have to make it on an empty stomach 😉
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Hahaha! …”the pinnacle of the culinary ski slope” Hahaha! That’s great, Sue!
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It needed something, Lisa 😉
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Yuck! My ex partner loved those things… green smoothies I mean. He persuaded me to have a taste, once. Never again! Seems to me you were quite the heroic mom on two counts, showing up while sick and dealing with the green sludge. 🙂 Hope your son knows it! 🙂 Seriously, why not just stir fry the vegetables, throw in some eggs or something, and have a normal human breakfast?
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My son does few things in normal manner. He had porridge too. But with fruit, whole nuts, granola, seeds, honey, yoghurt and cacao…:)
I had coffee. It was enough 🙂
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LOL – too funny!
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Actually… seeing his face I thought that he would vomit at any moment…
it happened to my child once I added the spirulina powder (too much) to a mixture of fresh fruit juice… I had to clean up half the kitchen! :-)c
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It wouldn’t have surprised me in the least 🙂 He has a strong stomach…
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