My Smoothie Looked Like Wet Cement and I Drank It Anyway
The Week My Kitchen Turned Into a Seed Warehouse (And My Wife Had Opinions) Right. So. I made the ugliest smoothie in the history of smoothies last month. I’m not exaggerating. Banana, dahi, two big spoons of chia seeds , all thrown into the mixer at 7:45 AM because my daughter had hidden my left shoe behind the TV cabinet and I had exactly zero time to make anything proper. The thing that came out of that mixer — grey, thick, wobbly like kheer gone wrong — looked like something you’d use to patch a wall in Lajpat Nagar. My wife walked in. Stared. “Yeh kya hai?” I told her it was a smoothie. She did not look convinced. Fair enough. I wouldn’t have been convinced either. But I drank it. Stubbornness, mostly. And also because I was genuinely starving and the only alternative was dry rusk from the back of the shelf. Here’s what happened next. Nothing. For hours. I sat at my desk, worked through two calls, answered maybe forty emails, and only realized at 1 PM that I hadn’t once thought ab...