I used to be a Goddess. Not a beautiful white-robed Grecian Goddess, or a multi-limbed, blue skinned Hindu Goddess. I was black haired, foul-mouthed, sadistic Goddess of the Underworld named hirondelle (yes, lowercase, always). I slaughtered many and maimed many more, but one of the few to lay a finger on me and survive (he stabbed me in the face and caught me so much by surprise I clear forgot to tear his head off) was the General of my very own Dark Oblivion Army*.
When he wasn't tearing the limbs off babies and plunging a dagger into my visage, he made smoothies.
It was a kind of hobby, General REM and his smoothies. You could ask for anything and he would whip it up in seconds, no matter how exotic and fanciful the ingredients.
Dom and I have started making smoothies. The two above, made yesterday morning, are passionfruit, pineapple and banana with a splash of mango juice.
And with every single smoothie I make, I think of the General.
Smoothie making, smoothie making.
*Before you call the police, or a psychiatrist - I was an RPGer