Posted by Amy | Posted in Food | Posted on 31-05-2011
Tags: Fat Girl, Fit Girl, food, SuperFood Diet, Tasty Treats, tummy trouble
FatGirl hustles about the tiny Queens NY kitchen, knocking cats out of the way. “Dear God, what is wrong with these people,” she mumbles through gritted teeth. Like a Narcotics Agent searching for illicit hideyholes that some wannabe gangsta carved into the kitchen cabinets, FatGirl creeks open the one cabinet that contains food for about the 40 billionth time. She’s already checked and rechecked and checked again the other cabinet with the pots and pans. And yes, Dear Readers, she even checked inside the pans. She’s thorough and skilled in finding sneaky places that people hide chocolate and snacks.
Throwing her arms up in disgust and frustration, FatGirl exclaims “16 boxes of pasta but not a single cracker or Hersey Kiss?? Do these people never eat? I’m dying of starvation!” FatGirl slumps in defeat, wedging herself in the tiny chair by the tiny window, slamming her head oh-so dramatically on the tiny kitchen table.
FitGirl puts a calming hand on FatGirls shoulder. “They went out of town. They probably didn’t want food to go bad while they were gone.” she soothes. Lip trembling, a tear edging her eye, FatGirl moans “But what about me?” Sniff. Sniff.
With superhero bravado, FitGirl jumps up and proclaims “I know! I’ll make your a smoothie!” FatGirl cracks one eye to give FitGirl a disbelieving one-eyed glare. FitGirl efficiently hustles about, clanking silverware and opening the fridge. FatGirl moans and whines and thrashes about playing the woe-is-me part to the hilt.
“It will be delicious!” FitGirl cheers. FatGirl is unmoved.
“It will be creamy!” FitGirl coaxes. FatGirl is interested.
“It will be sweet!” FitGirl cajoles! FatGirl is very intersted but faking disbelief.
In the sudden hush that follows the blender turning off, FitGirl triumphantly places a glass before FatGirl. “Ta DAAAAA!”
“WHAT THE HELL IS THAT! It’s GREEN!! Are you trying to poison me??” FatGirl recoils from the glass as if it was a snake.
“I know! Isn’t it pretty! Have a taste!” FitGirl edges the glass closer to FatGirl delighted by her prowess with the blender.
“BUT WHY IS IT GREEN?” FatGirl makes mocking gag noises.
“It has spinach in it! And ginger, and apples, and pineapple! It’s delicious!” FitGirl beams.
“For the love of KitKats! Smoothies don’t have spinach. They have ice cream, or fro-yo if you’re desperate, and bananas, and sometimes chocolate. Smoothies do not have vegetables!” fumes FatGirl.
“Oh stop being silly. Just try it. You might actually like it!” FitGirl quips over her shoulder as she ducks out of the kitchen and the brewing drama storm.
“Fine.” FatGirl takes a sip. “Stupid spinach, blech” and another sip. “MM” with the third sip. FatGirl looks at the glass. “This is actually kind of good” she says with a quick look around to make sure no one hears. FitGirl from just around the door frame, licks her fingertip and makes a tic mark in the air to indicate Battle Won for FitGirl.
The Spinach Smoothie
1 cup of spinach
1 small apple
1/2 cup of fresh pineapple
a few grates of fresh ginger
Some green tea to make it blend all smooth
a pinch of cinnamon
a pinch of black pepper.
Blend till smooth and enjoy!