Seriously, I still can’t find an honest appliance anywhere. And if they’d only cooperate, I could really use their help with my fitness goals.
See, I don’t mind being kind of matronly, but I don’t want to overdo it. So not only do I exercise, but I also try to go easy on my beloved carbs and take in more protein instead. I rely on my bullet blender for a smooth protein shake.
Protein shake powder? Great. Especially in chocolate.
Recloseable press-and-seal zipper bag? Wonderful.
Zipping the bag closed while standing right next to a bullet-blender cup full of protein powder, ice, and water?
One night I was fixing a shake and had set the ice-and-water-filled blender cup on my postal scale to measure the powder.
Turns out, the postal scale and the bullet blender are in cahoots.
Gripping one end of the bag with my left hand, I used my right to pinch the zipper closed. I did this by getting it started and then squeezing while pulling my right hand across the top, away from my left. Everything was fine until somehow my right hand slipped off the shiny bag.
The sudden release caused me to backhand the plastic blender cup right off the scale. It arced through the air, slammed into the side of the fridge, bounced off, landed on its feet on the countertop… and fell over backward from surprise. The cold, blackish-brown, sloshy, powdery contents were running off the edge of the counter and dribbling down behind the refrigerator before I could finish pointlessly yelling “NOOOOOOOooooo!”
I sighed and set the nearly-empty blender cup back on its feet.
Clearly, I had some mopping up to do.
A pain in the neck, but at least mopping is simple enough…. right?
NEXT TIME: Part 2, in which even the refrigerator joins in the mutiny. (Click to jump straight to the post)
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