Wondering what you can do with your kefir? Here’s what I’ve been doing.
Yum. Smoothies. And not just any smoothie, but Mango/Strawberry. So good.
Have I metioned my new love of mango? I never knew I liked it. Now, it’s my most favorite fruit on the planet. And my friend Chez Misty told me that Trader Joe’s has cubed mango in the freezer section. Oh, yes. I drove directly there and bought myself a bag. I was so enamored with the beautiful bag, I paid no attention to the price. Pathetic, I know. I do know it wasn’t outrageous.
I’m telling you, there is nothing more refreshingly delicious than a cube of frozen mango, people. You’ve got to get yourself some. And it’s not just heavenly by itself or in smoothies,
That’s right. Go ahead and add it to your steel cut oats, with some butter, crispy walnuts and unsweetened coconut. Mmmm. I think I’m going to have to take a short break and go make some right now.
Okay, I’m back. Now, you need some strawberries. Chez Misty pointed out that Trader Joe’s also carries frozen organic strawberries. Mmm. Mmm. And I have to say not so expensive. This bag was just under $2. I know I paid a whole lot more at New Seasons.
Maybe chop your mango into a smaller pieces. If you set them on the counter for a few minutes they will start to thaw a bit, making it easy to slice.
Add your delectable fruit to your food processor/blender. It might be wise to cut your strawberries a bit too. If the chunks are too big, you’ll be waiting until the cows come home for those chunks to play nice and combine with the other friendly fruit. I’m just saying.
Give your fruit a whirl. Look at that beautiful color. Ah.
Sorry. Couldn’t help myself. It’s just…so darn pretty.
Now add your kefir. You decide how much. It’s your smoothie. Some like it thick and some like to drink it through a straw. So add slowly until you get the consistency you like. You can do this.
But whatever you do, don’t do this. Yes. It’s true. I broke the beautiful crystal wine glass. The dish rag got just a little too close to the stem and bam! Or Crunch! I don’t know. Ask a boy. They can do sounds. Anyway. Ugh.
And since this just did not seem like enough smoothie for my eating machine Music Man, I made another. I didn’t want to, you understand, but it was my motherly duty. ‘Must get good food in son.” Instead of Stepford Wife, just call me Stepford Mother. I’m hopeless.