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Smeg x Dolce & Gabbana blender from the Sicily Is My Love collection, $850; williams-sonoma.com.
WHRRRRRRR-KUNK-CRRHH! W hrrrr. Whrr. Whr-chhhhk… Chhhhaaa. Our blender sputtered to a stop. The polycarbonate pitcher’s contents remained a gradation of ice, kale, blue-green algae, ginger, almond milk, and keto powder the exact shade of a Max Mara camelhair coat. The kitchen was suddenly quiet, giving the bright San Francisco morning an uneasy stillness. One of our stomachs harrumphed. “I think it’s dead,” I told my partner solemnly, unable to look at him or the blender. I stared into a cactus on the windowsill. “I think you murdered him,” Ramon said, choosing this moment to assign the device a gender. His tone was less an accusation and more a conviction. “You pushed him too hard.” “No, no, no.… He died a natural death!” Ramon pulled the plug and carried the pitcher to the sink. “His” final, failed
A new crop of mega-blenders can chop and churn anything into a liquid feast. by Jason Sheeler Photograph by Jamie Chung Styled by Alex Brannian
mission fell in clumps down the garbage disposal. As those blades successfully cranked to life, I shuffled to my wallet and car keys. He lived to be 11 years old, a pre-SofiaVergara-endorsed Ninja 600. The industry, and Ms. Vergara, had pushed his dull blades and low wattage aside. Blenders today have Bluetooth capability and lawnmower horsepower. These latest kitchen countertop status symbols can set you back four figures and are able to churn almonds into butter, purée (and even heat) tomatoes into soup, chop up meat, and basically annihilate just about anything into a sippable meal. I learned this as I scrolled through my phone, thumbing through the “What is the best blender for post-workout smoothies?” results. Our household had been jamming to eighttracks in a Spotify world. The sentence was imposed: Suffer the
indignity of standing in line for a smoothie with tech bros. I drove to the epicenter of San Francisco cool, Hayes Valley. The neighborhood offers velvet-roped sneaker drops, Michelin three-star chef Dominique Crenn’s casual restaurant, a pirate-themed craft cocktail bar, and two Warby Parkers. I parked and walked through a justcompleted outdoor boot-camp class toward the Project Juice Test Kitchen. It started as a pressed-juice company in 2012, and five years later—as people wanted more protein, fiber, and customization in their lives—added made-toorder smoothies. As it goes these days with the Bay Area’s idea incubators, the rest of the country followed. While juices smack of willowy, Great Recession Goop-ness, modern-day smoothies are the sustenance of masters and mistresses of the gig-economy universe. Coming soon to the canteen