After a week-and-a-half of total food debauchery, I thought it prudent to start stuffing fruits and vegetables into my body again. I was so good about the eating stuff yesterday, and yet? By the time I went to bed I could feel a migraine coming on. So today? I’m still trying to be super good. It makes no sense. If I’m going to suffer, I might as well stuff my face with cake (more on the cake later). I really want cake. Seriously.
Anyway, I made myself a smoothie in my fantabulous Blendtec blender which I won as a door prize a few years ago at a Green Smoothie Girl event. But? In the midst of it whirring around and masticating my beet greens, peach, cranberries, and banana, it started making an unusual and somewhat horrible noise. I don’t like it when appliances, whether large or small, start making unusual and somewhat horrible noises. I also don’t like it when the unusual and somewhat horrible noise is accompanied by a positively horrible smell. This happened today with my Blendtec.
So I poured the smoothie out into my special smoothie cup, washed out the blender, and did a little experimenting. What I have discovered is that the blender base/motor unit is fine. The big Wildside pitcher, however, is having issues. I don’t know exactly what the issues are, only that they make an unusual and somewhat horrible noise and create a positively horrible smell. It’s kind of like the smell of heating rubber. I know this smell well since I spent a great deal of my childhood visiting Akron, Ohio.
After determining that the whole blender hasn’t gone toes up, I decided to not stress it too much (though those pitcher things ain’t exactly cheap) and just enjoy my smoothie. But, people? It tastes BAAAADDDDD.
I know what you’re thinking. You’re thinking, “Beet greens? Cranberries? Of course it tastes BAAAADDDD you crazy woman.” Well, we’ll just have to agree to disagree on that point. I rather enjoy beet greens and cranberries in a smoothie, just not in a smoothie that smells and tastes like it was manufactured in a Goodyear factory. So now I’ve got a bit of a conundrum. I don’t want to throw the smoothie out because organic peaches and beet greens and bananas and cranberries just aren’t super cheap these days. On the other hand, I don’t want to drink something that smells and tastes like Akron circa 1977. My smoothie is currently in the fridge, lid open, in the hopes that it will breathe (maybe I should have put grapes in it . . . ) and lose that warm rubber smell/taste.
If that doesn’t manage to happen, I’m going to make a cake. For reals. Just because. I’ve been wanting cake all day. I’ve been wanting cake frosting since the moment we walked in the door from our trip west. Today, as I was commenting on another blog, the whole reason behind the cake craving hit me: I’ve been thinking a lot about the whole “dropping the kid off at college” thing, and I’ve been thinking of it in terms of “you can’t have your cake and eat it, too.” Because I can’t have done a good job raising my kid and expect her to live in my house for the rest of her life. Don’t misunderstand: I’m not saying that I did a perfect job raising her. I’m just saying that, at some point, if we’ve done a halfway decent mothering job, kids spread their wings and fly the coop. It’s all part of the circle of life (cue music). Like I said in my comment on that other blog: It’s one of the great injustices of motherhood, isn’t it? If we do our job well, they stretch their wings and fly, and we die a little on the inside. If we do our job poorly, they live in the basement until they inherit the rest of the house, and then . . . well, we’re just dead (end music).
I want my kids to be independent and capable, but I want them to still be here, with me. I want them to go off on their own and have the great growing experiences I had when I went off on my own, but I want them to still be here, with me. I want them to be grown up (at the appropriate time), but I still want them to be my kids. I want to have my cake and eat it, too. But life doesn’t work that way. A~ is gone, as she should be. She is enjoying it so far. She called yesterday to tell me that when her Intro to Greek and Roman Lit professor went over the entire semester’s worth of reading assignments she (A~) was fighting back tears of joy. She is finally where she belongs, with her own kind. I know that sounds snooty, but so be it. She needed a more academic environment than what this small town was able to provide. She needed to be with peers with an academic ilk the likes of which would have no reason to live here. I’m not saying that’s what all of my kids are going to need, but it is what she needed. I made my cake, and now it’s gone.
And? My smoothie is ruined.
I’m going to go make an actual cake.
Tewt the Newt thinks I should at least troll Pinterest for a healthy alternative. Damn newt.