Many moons ago, well before I was married with kids, my parents took my siblings and I to Puerto Vallarta, Mexico for a Christmas holiday. We spent a glorious sunny week at a lovely resort, and my mom and I decided that vacation meant that Pina Coladas for breakfast were a-okay with both of us. The hardest decision to be made was whether we would like it served pool side or if we’d like to swim up to the bar. Seriously, that was one of the most relaxed holidays ever.
Since I’m on vacation for the holidays right now, I’ve been craving those tropical flavors. I always seem to have a bag of frozen pineapple on hand, and I had a few cans of light coconut milk in the pantry, so I rallied the kids and announced that we were going to be making pineapple and coconut smoothies.
While the Sous Chef loves pineapple like her mama, both The Boy and the Chef are not fans. It doesn’t matter if it is the sweetest, freshest pineapple in the entire universe. They won’t drink pineapple juice, and won’t eat the fruit. You know what time it is? TIME FOR A CHALLENGE.
I assembled the (two) ingredients.
My announcement was greeted with groans, until I pulled out The Ninja.
Disclosure: I received the Ninja for free back in September ’09. You can read all about how I got it and why over at my review site. Actually, we can now call it The Ja, because our constant use has worn the letters right off it.
I dumped in the entire bag of pineapple, and turned the kids loose to make Pineapple Snow.
Then we added the entire can of Light Coconut Milk and blended away.
Because of the frozen pineapple, this basically ended up being too stiff to drink – it was more of a sorbet consistency, appropriate for eating with a spoon. But I said smoothies, didn’t I? Look at the gorgeous photography here:
Mmmmmm. You want some of that, don’t you?
We added about 1/2 a cup of orange juice to the mix, and blended away. I divided it into four glasses and added our groovy new glass straws that we bought for Christmas. I’d heard about them on Fake Plastic Fish and decided that these would be fun and responsible for my straw-loving monkeys. Immediately, the Chef started making hairball noises and disappeared down the hall, claiming imminent barfage if I made her drink this stuff. Of course, you’ve seen the photo where I added the OJ. Not exactly appetizing, right?
I gave her a) the stink-eye and b) a pass and gave her serving to my husband.
The verdict: While the Chef bugged out of this challenge, The Boy drank the whole glass, fast enough to get brain freeze. He noted that there was some “pulp” in the smoothie – meaning the fiber from the pineapple chunks – but it wasn’t enough to keep him from enjoying this. Success!
Of course, the Sous Chef was in favor. When is she not?