Grok couldn’t grok it. The noise would scare him.
I call it a mixer; my wife calls it a food processor. We’ll be blending up a storm and reporting at my various blogs. My wife’s been thinking about getting a contraption like this for months. She got excited and bit the bullet when she saw a live demonstration at Costco a few months ago.
Almost immediately out of the box, my wife threw in a couple handfuls of ice, couple handfuls of frozen strawberries, and one and a half bananas. I thought this would be a fruit smoothie, but with the very thick consistency, “Italian ice” might be a better term.
One of our goals is to sneak more fiber, vegetables, and fruit into our kids diets. (Shhhh….don’t tell!)