ecobags & shitshakes
today, i have a review, of sorts, to share. well, one is me gushing about the wonderfulness of something. the other is me earnestly warning you to NOT try the other thing.
first, good news! i finally got off my ass and got my shopping bag set.
4 short handled organic string cotton bags, 1 long handled organic string cotton bag, 1 large produce bag, and 1 black hemp stuffsack to cram it all into and take to the store.
hugo, who reiterated he would NOT use the bags and would not use the bags when going to the store with me…ended up using the bags yesterday night. We filled an entire buggy full of stuff into 4 bags. i was able to carry all the groceries upstairs by myself because the bags hold a LOT more than a plastic bag and the handles don’t cut into your hand and make you feel like you’re dragging around cinder blocks wrapped in razor wire.
the bags are made in india with fair labor/fair wage. they feel handmade but that may be mostly my imagination because i get a warm fuzzy thinking about a giant roomful of women crocheting shopping bags and earning their own money.
i liked not having to throw away 20 plastic bags after we were finished. dub even got in on the action. getting the bags was one of my 101 in 1001 which is more my constantly evolving list of things to do. as soon as i organize it and finalize it i’ll crosspost it.
now for the bad news. one of the newsletters that i subscribe to offered me a free sample of Better World’s Shaman Smoothies. The Maca Spiced Chai was the one that showed up. i was sceptical yet hopeful. it promised a burst of energy and the enzymatic properties were going to change my life.
it did change my life; i now know what it tastes like to have a liquid turd in my mouth.
when i opened the packet it smelled like any other chai mix. cloves. cinnamon. standard stuff. when i put it in the blender with some water (i didn’t have any soy milk) and a little bit of vanilla yogurt and turned it on to frappe…some sort of evil smell came out of the blender. i thought it had maybe broken and something plastic was smouldering inside the metal casing. i wasn’t so lucky. i have never smelled anything that foul in my kitchen, including the weeks we were potty training dub.
i am not one to be hasty, though. I poured it into a glass and the smell worsened. bottoms up and i gagged.
i just wanted to warn you, internets. beware the shaman smoothies.