I literally just sat here for a minute and tried to think of the brand name – and by some miracle, I REMEMBERED IT, and googled it (“American Heritage Philippines Green Blender”), and found a picture of my old friend. When we lived in the Philippines, I had a green blender. Thank u for the good times, little blender! It made us many-a-good meal, even though I often had to stop and stir things up or push things down or just generally help the cause in some way or another. I think we registered for it at Target when we got married. Just for reference, I started my cooking life a few years ago with this lovely little Oster blender. A middle of the road blender is both a blessing and a curse. But even if a middle of the road blender is what you’re working with right now, it’s still mostly a blessing because it can be a gateway to greater blender things.Īnd with that, let’s take a moment to reflect of the ghosts of blenders past. Holy green smoothie with chewy black rubber pieces in it, have I been there. Some of you hear the word BLENDER and you think of a rubbery smell or a smoking motor. And we have many delicious reasons for this love which I’m about to shove in your face. If this is your first time here, you should know that we are a people who love our blenders, choppers, food processors, spiralizers, and the like. Now repeat after me: my name is _ and I love my blender. My name is Lindsay and I love my blender.
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