Blending things was part of growing up. At home, in the kitchen, we always blended things. We were constantly blending. My sister would throw in the strawberries as I spooned in the yogurt. She would think there was too much yogurt and so would throw in more strawberries which I then balanced out with more yogurt. It was a constant balancing, canceling, process, by the end of which we’d forget who had started.
When the lid finally went on, we took turns hitting the buttons. We didn’t just blend, we’d mix. Stir! C h o p. Puree. And we poured straight from the blender as if it were a pitcher. That’s how we served: by pitcher-blender. And when we’d had enough for the time being, we’d put the blender with its blended contents into the refrigerator and unplug the base that had no function while its other half was playing pitcher.
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laublog5 // March 11, 2008 at 11:42 pm
This is a really great 100 word segment! I love the way you mix the concepts of blending and growing up and how that related to your sister. The explication of ” mix. Stir! C h o p. Puree” is also wonderful; it lets any reader who has dealt with all of the pesky blender buttons into the moment however, I might question your choice of playing with the text here. I found it distracting mainly because I didn’t see how the choices fit with the words. Still, I think it’s a great idea, and you might be able to strongly incorporate it elsewhere (just not necessarily in this piece). I am also a fan of the line “That’s how we served: by pitcher-blender.” It’s very matter-of-fact but also personal. Good work!