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Saturday Smoothie: Hydration Station

Played a little too much Cup Buckets last night? Planning to imbibe a bit this evening?

Going on a long jog (soft j)? Got some serious dancing in your future?

You need to hydrate (or re-hydrate). And stay that way.

Enter today’s smoothie, a real minx of a hydrator.

Here’s what you’ll need:

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1 c coconut water

1 tbs chia seeds

1 tbs coconut oil (room temp)

2 c fresh baby spinach

1/4 c frozen pineapple

1/2 c frozen mango

1/2 frozen banana

Note: These measurements are flexible, but a good reference for the proportions you want to aim for.

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First, add the coconut water. Feel free to add less than the full cup at first. You can always add more later. Next, add the chia seeds and coconut oil, using the coconut water to help that pesky coconut oil slide off the spoon. Then, wait a minute or two for the chia seeds to soak in the coconut water. This helps with hydration maximization.

Note: Having an imaginary watch helps with accurate timing of chia soaking.

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Next, you’ll add the spinach, then the frozen banana, pineapple, and mango.

Note: The smoothie will be ruined if you don’t add the fruit in this order.

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Next, pop the top on and get it blending. I like to start with the “ice crush” setting first and then switch to “puree” to get everything nice and smoothie-fied. Next, pour your smoothie out of the blender and get it rinsed asap. It is SO much easier to clean the blender when everything is still liquid.

Note: Your imaginary watch will come in handy again during blending.

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Finally, go enjoy that green beauty. She will keep you hydrated for days. Camel status.

xo Jobin

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Let’s address the elephant in the room.

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Honestly, I’m about to drop some high voltage knowledge bombs about this goddamn pumpkin spice obsession.

I’m not going to say I hate it, because hate is a word I reserve for push button faucets and people who talk in elevators.

I’m just not all up in pumpkin’s face asking it to hang out with me.  I don’t let it have a special season, because that’s how egos grow, and I need pumpkins to know their place in this world.

Seasonal privileges are for treats that make you feel like you’re going to vomit if you so much as look at another piece.  Like candy corn. It’s a scientific law that candy corn has to get the hell out of your life by October’s end, because you start to see all foods in a tri-color hierarchy of white, yellow, and orange.

Let me make this perfectly clear, there are rules set in place that have been there for hundreds of years.  They were rules created by the bromagnons and the bromosapiens to protect our taste buds from over-indulgence.

In order to be a seasonal treat, you have to follow a strict criteria, which goes as follows:

1. It must be a treat that is solely used or consumed during a specific season.

ie. candy canes, candy corns, peeps, eggnog.

2. You must want to vomit after over-consumption of said treat.

Ever tried drinking Eggnog after December? It’s almost impossible. It’s at this time you may actually realize that it doesn’t even taste that good to begin with, and you’ll regret all of it.  Eggnog = regret. Remember that.

3. You can’t be a gourd.

Plain and simple, they are a decorative item in a cornucopia. You can’t have your own season if you’re part of a fucking cornucopia.

4. As  a seasonal treat, you have to have absolutely no value to the outside world after your said season is over.

You don’t see candy canes trying to make an appearance on Valentine’s day, or Peeps trying to squeeze their demonic candy crusted bodies into your summer pool party.  They know their place, they don’t want to be in the pool with you, they want to be there when you’re running around your house trying to find where your mom ninja-hid all the colored eggs.

There you have it. A tale as old as time, a song as old as rhyme.  Pumpkins, go back to your hole in the ground, ya gourdy betch.  You don’t deserve your own season; not on my watch.

Now let me go enjoy my Shipyard Pumpkin in peace.

xoxo, Pete