Wednesday, July 2, 2008
Last night I heard my husband making a racket in the kitchen. He had the blender going and was wacking the ice tray against the counter to get out the last squares of frozen goodness. Then he brought down a smoothie and said, "I made you a strawberry/orange smoothie."
"Why thank you," I said. Then remembering that Maggie had eaten our last can of Mandarin Oranges for breakfast that morning and that we didn't have any orange juice or fresh oranges, I asked, "Where'd the 'orange' come from?"
"Oh, that's Metamucil."
That's my inventive, resourceful, and sweet husband Dan. Thanks for the fiber, honey.