I got a Vitamix for Christmas. Less than 24 hours after opening it I’d already made carrot juice and hummus and watched the “Welcome to the Vitamix Family” DVD like a Loser (capital L). It has even claimed a coveted spot on my counter. (If you know anything about how I feel about cluttery shit on my kitchen counter, you know this was not a decision taken lightly.) Putting this gargantuan appliance out where it takes up precious real estate is kind of the equivalent of giving your non-live-in boyfriend a drawer at your house.
Commitment is what I’m saying.
Anyway, this was clearly a gift otherwise I would not have one. And while I refuse to look at how much they actually cost, something tells me I could’ve received at least 700 cats instead. So I have to get my (parents’) money’s worth is what I’m saying.
As such, now that I’ll no longer be chewing food, it’s a good thing I have this blog as a permanent record of all the solids I once consumed. I hope you’re ok with Sweet Tater becoming a blog about nothing but pureed soups and dips and smoothies because Lord knows what the world needs is another blogger talking about green smoothies like they are the first person to ever figure out you can put spinach in a MF smoothie. (Oops.)
But first… If you’re not buying that what I did for four months without the Internet was read books (really, I did), these are some of the other things I did.
I went on the Bachelor and am contractually obligated to never (ever ever ever) discuss it. I have literally nothing to say about it (other than that I hate my promo picture and Elan Gale is splendid and you should read his tumblr).
I came home and completely lost my shit and chopped off all my hairs. I hate it and still regret this decision but everyone else likes it so what does this say about my taste in hair?
I went to my five-year college reunion with all my favorite people on the planet and had to tell all my not favorite people on the planet that since graduating I became a yoga teacher and I went on The Bachelor. And that is it. This was still easier than telling that same story to my 88-year-old grandfather, though.
I met Dice and Bri from this smokin’ hot video. And learned some of their moves.
I made this video for my studio and wept over my laptop while editing it.
I rode all the way to Atlanta with my nephew’s head on my shoulder. My nephew is a dog.
I made my family go bowling for Christmas. Because nothing says the holidays like drinking and pseudo-sports. (I do have a Dad. He’s probably busy getting a strike.)
It was odd not blogging (or Facebooking or tweeting) for a third of the year. I found it simultaneously relaxing and maddening. It’s a sad but true fact that cutting social media out of your life leaves you feeling painfully isolated from the rest of the world. It also reminds you who your actual friends are, which, for the obvious record, are few and far between when they have to actually pick up the phone to find you.
I’m in a very good spot right now. The last four months have forced me to take an uncomfortably close look at my life. And while it took a whole lot of doubt and ache and disappointment, I arrived at the conclusion that I’m doing alright. Thriving, even.
Let’s celebrate with soup.
- 2 tablespoons olive oil
- ¼ onion, diced
- 6 carrots, diced
- 1-inch cube fresh ginger
- 2 cups vegetable broth
- ½ cup light coconut milk
- Heat olive oil in a skillet
- Saute carrots and onions in olive oil
- Add sauteed carrots and onions and all remaining ingredients to the Vitamix
- Process on high until smooth and steam escapes from the top (about 4 minutes)