Another stupid banana.

A few days ago, I woke up around 6:30 am (when I didn't have to be up till like 8) to be super wifey and fix Worker Man a strawberry-banana smoothie. Apparently I thought it was a good idea to bring up the idea of us buying stuff to make these smoothies for him to take for breakfast. I didn't think through the fact that I would have to be the one up making it for him.

Well, the first morning after we got the ingredients, I woke up to fix this smoothie. The recipe called for a frozen banana so I had thrown the banana in the freezer the night before. The following morning, I grabbed the banana and started cutting it into chunks. Or should I say started attempting to cut it into chunks. On my first attempt with the knife, the banana slid out from under the pressure and shot across the room like a blow-dart. If Worker Man had been walking through the kitchen I would have probably had to rush him to the hospital to have it surgically removed from his thigh or face or something.

Needless to say, I had to recruit Worker Man and a massive butcher knife to handle the situation.

My advice?

Cut the banana into chunks and put it in a baggie in the freezer for the next morning.

The receipe?

Ingredients:

* 1 cup pineapple juice
* 2 frozen bananas
* 8 large frozen strawberries, slightly thawed

Preparation :

1. Slice frozen bananas into slices and place them in blender.
2. Add pineapple juice and strawberries and blend all ingredients until smooth.
3. Garnish with granola.

Makes 4 servings.

Super easy and super fabulous. Unless your husband is unable to take three ingredients and get 'er done.

And by the way, I've come to the conclusion that bananas don't like me.