there’s a splinter in my smoothie

There’s a reason for the quiet.  Actually, two.

One: I’m back in the States.

Two:  I am sans Vita-Mix.

As for the first, it would require a long post more suited to a personal blog and possibly a book, if I finally get down to it.  The short story: after nearly six years in London, I needed to be closer to family.  Several ingredients contributed: my mom’s heart attack last year, the pull of heartstrings, a need for change.  I left London much lighter than I came in, in more ways than one.

And that brings me to the second reason for the lack of noise.  I had to sell my Vita-Mix.  Ugh.  This was tough.  I’m not kidding.  I’m not about labels, but there are three things I’d put my name to:  Doc Martens (see heartstrings above), MBTs (those ugly, boat-like shoes that really do work), and the Vita-Mix (actually deserving of all the hype).  Oh, and make that four: Marks & Spencer underwear (because, along with a bus pass or a tube ticket to Heathrow, is one of the UK’s great buys).

There are many things I could go into here about the reverse culture shock of it all, most of which is contained within the walls of Walmart.  So I’ll spare you unless you decide to buy the book.

I’m currently staying with my mother in Florida.  My mom started making green smoothies earlier this year (and as a result of this site).  My mom, however, has a regular blender — the kind I thought was pretty cool up until I got my Vita-Mix earlier this year, the one I owned for one brief, shining moment.  The one with the plunger that got all those little bits down into the ridiculously fast blade.

I’ve broken two wooden spoons already.

© 2009 Jessica Stone www.greenappetite.com