My mom can eat the exact same meal every day for a month and never burn out. I admire this, because it means she doesn’t have to think about what to eat.
I do not have that ability.
Remember the yummy green smoothie I was telling you guys about? It took a half gallon of almond milk for me to get sick of it. Not even a full half gallon, because the middle child loves almond milk. She was siphoning it off when I wasn’t looking. As a result, this morning I was out of almond milk and frankly, a little tired of peanut butter, so I punted.
Touchdown! (That is the appropriate sports term, right? I typed home run first and that didn’t seem right. You bunt in baseball. Right?)
I call it the Green Summer Smoothie and this is how to make it:
1 cup of orange juice, 1 cup of frozen strawberries, 1/2 a large banana, 2 cups of spinach and 1 tablespoon of flax meal in the Vitamix and you have a delicious breakfast. It’s tart and a little sweet and very, very yummy. It also looks like fetid swamp water, so you feel really good about yourself. You can be all, “I’m a badass. I will drink this, even though it look like the pus from Mother Nature’s carbuncle. Go me!”
No pictures. I worked out before breakfast and was feeling a little wrung out. I know, I know, but Pilates on a full tummy is definitely NOT a good idea. Trust me on this.
One warning: this smoothie isn’t protein-rich. I strongly recommend eating an egg, in whatever iteration your prefer. Maybe a stick of string cheese. Or a spoonful of peanut butter, if you’re not heartily sick of it. When I can find time to get to the store, I’ll add a scoop of protein powder to the blender.
What are you having for breakfast today?
qfsp 
I made this exact smoothie (with the protein powder) for breakfast Tuesday morning. That is eerie. 🙂
I will make myself eat the same thing for days on end because I’m lazy, but I am very much like you. I don’t even want the leftovers from dinner the next day most of the time 🙂
See, I’ve always suspected that I’m not as original as I think I am! 😉
And my biggest secret is that I hate leftover night as much as my kids do! Shhhhh, don’t tell them, I’d have a mutiny on my hands.