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Blood Orange Smoothie Recipe

There's no shame in having an addiction to blood oranges. They're unique, pretty and taste so good. But when Alex nonchalantly (and yet filed playful determination) reminds me of the army of fruit taking over our refrigerator, I realize it's probably time to get creative with the citrus. So I did a little Googling and after a little bit became a lot, I decided to head over to Martha Stewart's because she might have a recipe or two. As it turns out, she had thirteen. Overwhelmed with options, I guess those delicious thirteen will save for another day because in the process of food searching, I started craving our (simple) homemade smoothie recipe instead. Go figure. 

There are no rules and a lot of flexibility in this recipe. If you prefer a tangier smoothie flavor, toss in another slice of lemon. If you have a sweet tooth, try one of these options... extra strawberries, 2 tbps of honey or even a tbsp of raw sugar. Make sure to wash all fruit prior to blending. 

1 cup ice 
3 small strawberries, hulled 
2 thin slices of lemon, remove seeds 
Juice from 3 medium blood oranges
1 small banana 
1 pinch of cinnamon

Toss contents into your blender and mix together with complete enthusiasm. Garnish if desired and enjoy!

Comments

Rick Forrestal said…
I love smoothies . . . starts my day every morning.
I shall definitely try this recipe.
So delicious, so beautiful.
Allison said…
This is absolutely gorgeous - I'm in love with blood orange anything, and smoothies, so why not combine the two?!
Your photos are stunning, love. You are so talented!
Dani said…
I LOVE blood oranges. I am literally sitting here eating blood orange froyo as I type this. Actually it's making the keyboard sticky. But it's just SO GOOD! I have to try this smoothie recipe :)

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