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"Smoothie Makers" + Strawberry Smoothie Recipe

I have only met two people in my life who call blenders "Smoothie Makers."

One of them was my college roommate, Rachelle.
The other is my husband.

And before I met either of them, smoothies were not in my normal repertoire of meals. Nay, I had only had them on a handful of occasions at snack joints like Roxberry or Jamba Juice.

Perhaps because we were poor freshmen, or because it was a greater sacrifice to go to the grocery store to purchase produce (we mostly walked places, you see), smoothies were a rare delicacy Rachelle made about once a month in college. Once we accidentally blended a wooden spoon into our precious puree, and, admittedly, called it a "wood-chip" smoothie, sorted out the wood pieces as best we could, drank it, AND EVEN SERVED IT TO OUR GENTLEMEN GUESTS (whom, at the time, we were quite fond of). Can you believe that?... the tact of our 18 year old selves...

In my husband's family, smoothies seem to be a movie treat just as much as ice cream or popcorn. Nearly every time I've watched a film at his parent's place, a smoothie is shared.

So, needless to say, now that I've been in the close company of two individuals who eat/drink/slurp smoothies on the regular, I have become quite acquainted with what makes a good smoothie (and what doesn't... aka WOODEN SPOONS).

Here's Kevin & I's simplest, most delightful smoothie yet:


Strawberry Smoothie
2 lbs frozen strawberries
1 quart orange juice (I make mine from Kroger brand OJ concentrate)
1 banana

Blend. Serve. Enjoy :)

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