Willing To Do The Stupid Things...So You Don't Have To

We're going to keep this story short today.

This is my latest purchase. I've chronicled it all here: I've juiced. I've blended. I've smoothied. Now, I want to extract. I want the most out of my fruits, my greens, my extras...and this is just the appliance to do it.

Okay. Honestly. I've been eyeballing one of these for some time now. My mom and dad recently expressed desire in getting one for smoothie purposes...and well, today was the day.

And really, it all began with the idea of creating good, healthy, nutritious drinks that would easily give us our helping of fruits and vegetables in one day. As you see above, there's spinach in the bottom, tomatoes, pickles, celery, and cucumbers. For this Nutribullet's maiden voyage, we were attempting a homemade V8 juice.

From there, things went downhill (well, not really). Someone found this in her liquor cabinet...along with Worcestershire sauce, celery salt, and Tabasco. And before my mom and I knew it, we had a healthy Bloody Mary in the Nutribullet (and subsequently, in our glasses).

I don't know how it happened (okay, yes, I kind of do). But the real question to be asked and answered here is: What did you learn, Heather?

1. Less pickles. It takes over the drink.
2. No spinach. Bloody Marys are supposed to be red.
3. More water. The instructions say Fill To The Max Line, and By Golly, They Aren't Kidding Around.

I know that curiosity supposedly kills the cat, but I did this for you, dear readers. So that you don't have to. But I wouldn't be surprised if you kinda want to.

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