Blender Blunders

BLENDER BLUNDER #1

On the way home from Logan I finally remembered to stop at Week's raspberry truck.  I picked up three fresh picked pints of raspberries.  I made it home with, well, not quite 3 pints.  That happened to be a Monday and because we are back in school we are back to family night and you know ALL family nights only count on the official record as having happened IF THERE IS A TREAT.  With all those fresh raspberries the only logical solution had to be fresh raspberry shakes. 

Follow these steps:
1.  Attach blender to base.
2. Fill blender with vanilla ice cream.
3. Top with fresh raspberries.
4. Add a little milk.
5. Freak out because the milk is running all over the counter!

I suppose making sure the bottom part of the blender with the little blade thingies is actually attached to the blender would be a good step.  A step that could have eliminated step 5 all together. 

Eventually we did get to the eating of the raspberry shakes and added that mark to our finished family home evening chart. 

No pictures of this mess...

when there's milk running down the cupboard doors no time to run for the camera!

My raspberries tasted even better than these look!

 

BLENDER BLUNDER #2



The second blender blunder happened last year on 11-11-11.  My neice, Andrea, can really throw a party!  Especially when her dad AND brother both have birthdays on such a significant day.  I mean, there are only 12 like this in any given century, and it is most definately worth the party.  Stay tuned for Katie Anne's 12-12-12 birthday later this year.  Anyhow, I helped out as much as I could so when one of the mocktails (get it... cocktail with out the alcohol?) got low I proceeded to try and make another batch.  This included blending up some frozen pineapple juice ice cubes.  Now, my sister, who was hosting the party at her house, had a blender.  The blender had a base with the little blade thingies actually attached.  What I didn't know, was that the rubber seal was missing all together, so when I turned it on, pineapple juice ran EVERYWHERE.  Nothing like mopping the floor in the middle of a party!

Here's proof I was at the party...see lower left corner. 



This picture stolen from Andrea.

 

BLENDER BLUNDER #3

Now this last blender blunder happened a LONG time ago.  Like in one of my previous lives.  As a 21 year old I decided to serve an LDS mission.  I was called to the Michigan Lansing Mission.  I know, exotic.  My first companion was Sister Crowley, my first area was Portage, MI, and my first dinner appointment was at the Butler's.  We ended up eating there quite often and were joined most times by the 'deaf' sisters, two sisters, one actually hearing, who taught the deaf people in the area.

Here they are and here I am with Sister Butler:



You ABSOLUTELY must forgive me for my horrendous scrapbooking.  Wish I could do this one over!

So one night the Butler's invited the 4 of us missionaries over for dinner.  For dessert they left us in the living room to go and make shakes.  We could hear them laughing and having fun in the kitchen.  Super sweet young married couple!

  If I'm not mistaken, this picture was taken while we waited:

(I couldn't get my scanner to work so this isn't that great of a pic BUT it is what it is!

And, I have no idea how to play the guitar but don't I look good holding one?)

 

Anyway, they finally delivered our shakes and we started eating them.  What else were we supposed to do?  Sister Bentley got the first bad bite.  When she started making faces and wierd noises we worried, then she finally spit out a big chunk of plastic.  The Butler's were laughing too hard to explain, but eventually we found out that the ice cream kind of got stuck in the blender and while it was on Brother Butler stuck a plastic spoon in to loosen it up and the blade thingies grabbed that plastic spoon and tore it all to pieces.  They tried to get out all the chunks but missed a few.  We all managed to down our shakes, spitting our spoon pieces out as we came to them, and laughing through the whole darn night.