Tropical Trickery: Aquamarine Hamilton Beach Drink Master and the ...
by spanglesystems
We’re half convinced that the people who buy items featured on the blog don’t read the blog. And a part of us is totally convinced that some of what we do is seduce people into buying things they don’t need, which seduction is sometimes conceived of as trickery. To which I am tempted to ask, “When is a kiss not a kiss?”
But this post is actually about cupcakes, and raspberry purée, and haunch of fox, work, yoga, and the moon. And the Hamilton Beach Drink Master pictured above.
Some of us do yoga to unify the spirit, body, and mind. Our minds are wild. They, seemingly, exist to veer, split, dodge. Give them a difficult decision and they do the same, plus jump, obsess, get busy, get static, go slack, circle back, leap, crack, dig, bite, snap, lie, wiggle, rest, roll over, and then do it all again. For example, I need money. And I feel I need to quit a job. I draft my resignation letter—I gnaw off my paw to get out of the trap. But then I don’t send it. I circle back and lie down and rest my stump next to the cold digits bit through with steel teeth. “My paw!” my mind cries. “My paycheck!” Then my mind flips to cupcakes, specifically the frosting swirl. I leave yoga for coffee and red velvet cakes with butter cream frosting. I eat all the cake first so I’m left with the pretty dome of frosting which I lick while I dream of a party where I can make a lemon cheesecake served with raspberry sauce. The last time I made raspberry sauce I used a blender and took off the top to add something and got raspberry purée all over the ceiling, counter, cupboards, and somehow behind the stove.
If only I’d had a aquamarine Hamilton Beach Drink Master.
Nothing would have been different except that I would have had raspberry purée splattered all over it. But it’s pretty, no? Has two speeds, plastic body, and metal cup. And it works well enough. Just like the moon.
...
Read more...