Blangavo

The source of all misery is rejection. It's true even for old fruit. So better to be kind-- when an avocado is nearing the end of its edible life, do whatever you can not to throw it out. Instead, accelerate a rebirth.

Rebirth and acceleration are big reasons why I own a blender. Blenders do a darn-tootin' good job of both accelerating the rebirth of foods that are nearing their throw-away stages, and accelerating my access to newly born foods that are otherwise tedious or just plain boring to eat. Maybe you don't experience this, but when I look at an avocado, I want badly to do something creative with it. Still, I end up just eating it by itself, plain, scooping it out of its thin dark skin with a spoon. Afterwards I look at some eggs longingly. I pick up and put down a pineapple. I close my eyes and contemplate the taste of a blueberry-avocado-cilantro mix. Had I employed a blender, I could have made a morphing. I could have pulverized several foods into one, and made something new of avocado which was also only accessible by straw. Turning food into a one-way road kind of deal (one serving device vs. plate, fork, napkin etc.) is a great aid to those of us already plagued by so much indecision in so many aspects of our non-kitchen lives.


Today, in need of a creative half hour, I actively took my own advice and blenderized. Blueberries, a little coconut milk, agave syrup. Ice, plenty of ice. No forks, no chop sticks. Straw only. Orange slices on top...

....and guess what?

"Blangavo" means "this recipe needs work."