Ode to Applesauce

My last post sang the praises of the Magic Bullet, but I must be honest and say that after a few months of spending 40 minutes every five days to prepare another batch of "Med Smoothies," filling half my freezer with the concoctions (fruit in the morning, chocolate at night), running out to Costco every couple of weeks for more frozen fruit, soy milk, and chocolate powder, and listening to Betty's constant complaints about having to drink the things, I needed another system. In MIL's defense, you can't put enough fruit and sweetener in a 16 oz cup to hide the hideous taste of 8 or 9 ground-up pills.

There was also the unintended consequences of having her dawdle for up to 90 minutes over these drinks, twice a day, taking a sip, eating a Cheeto or Veggie Straws, taking another sip, complaining, and so on. I had to stick around, because the last bits of pill would sink to the bottom of the glass, and I had to get her to take that last drink before discarding the cup in the kitchen sink. There was also the twice daily ritual of having to anwer the question, "Will I need my book?" This was her way of asking, "Will I need something to do while I take tiny sips of this wretched stuff and listen to you bitch at me about how long it's taking?"

So it was becoming a Lose/Lose.

Enter my good friend, Colette, an RN, who swiped a pill crusher from work and said to put the crushed pills in a couple of tablespoons of apple sauce and be done with it! So simple. Betty already hates applesauce, so I'm not ruining something she would like to like, if you know what I mean. And it takes only minutes to consume a couple of spoonfuls of applesauce, even if you're Betty. No book, no searching for her glasses, less complaining, way less of my time.

So thank you, Colette, and thank you Johnnie Appleseed and the Motts Corporation. We still use the Magic Bullet for non-medicinal smoothies, and we love it.