
I feel so guilty. It seems like everyone I know is blogging about juice feasting, while I'm out flaunting my cookies (don't read too much into that; I'm talking about the sweet treats I blogged about yesterday). I'm such a tease :-)

Most of the time, I just experiment with different ingredients, crossing my fingers that they'll turn out the way I'd imagined them (yes, even I have bombed out it the kitchen; you heard about my chocolate). But, once in a while, I'll crack open an "uncookbook" (I like using ones from different restaurants, so I can try their creations at home; I don't travel much) or test drive a recipe posted on someone else's site.
This week, I took Jenny's Mermaid Blend for a spin (in my blender, that is). She also referred to it as "sea speed," and OMG, she wasn't kidding. Talk about being wired. I don't think I slept a wink that night, and I was still buzzing (wait a minute, that's bees. Mermaids don't buzz, they swim, but for some reason it doesn't provide the same descriptive quality) the next day.
Jenny's blog, of course, is full of vivid text. Her posts evoke all of your senses. I probably didn't even need to make the recipe myself to appreciate all its texture, color and flavor (although, I can see myself eating it again very soon. Perhaps tonight? Then, I probably won't catch up on any sleep. I guess I'll never learn).
If I keep consuming this sea worthy concoction, I may find myself filling Thessalonike's shoes (or that case, fins. Did you know mermaids may actually exist?).
According to Greek legend, Thessalonike turned into a mermaid after her death. When sailors would encounter her presence in the Aegeon Sea, she would ask them one dreaded question, "Is Alexander the king alive?" (she was referring to Alexander the Great, who was said to have been her half brother).
The correct answer would have been, "He lives and still rules." But, if answered incorrectly, Thessalonike, in a fit of rage, would transform into a Gorgon (a Medusa-like character) and destroy the ship and its crew.
Now, I don't have a fin, nor a head full of snakes, but I hate to see my disposition in a few days if I don't start getting a little shut-eye.
My poor son and I have been sleeping (well, he is; I'm not) on the couch downstairs the past couple days, since my husband has caught a touch of the plague, as he calls it (I think it is the flu). We opted to quarantine him to the upstairs. I hope he feels better soon. I guess this means no Thursday Night Raw for him, unless he's up to trying a green smoothie experiment.
In the meantime, I'll be taking care of my bedridden hubby. I wonder if he'd watch any of these movies: "Splash" (I so wanted to be Daryl Hannah when I first saw this, crossing my legs as I swam like her in the swimming pool), "Mermaids" (Winona Ryder's character still cracks me up) and "The Little Mermaid" (my youngest sister always ranked this one high on her list. She almost ended up dancing the part on a Disney Cruise Ship). Somehow I doubt he'll be interested, but I wouldn't mind seeing them again.
P.S. Here's one more Mermaid-related clip for you.