Once upon a time a little place opened that called itself Zuka Juice. They blended ice and fruit into cups of happiness. When D had his second surgery, and a couple of days on antibiotics that precluded his eating anything but a couple of Lifesavers®, we stopped there. And they gave him ambrosia in the form of a smoothie. A real life saver. A great little place, locally owned, utterly granola and happy, creative names for their offerings, good music, the real deal.
Then they got bought out by a big chain. We've been since, but the new stuff is too acidic. The charm is gone, the prices are up, and it's just no damn fun. Not to mention they play the music way too loud.
So, this week we did our research, got a good, simple blender. Decided we wanted gazpacho. And maybe make a few smoothies. It's been hot around here. Got a great sale. The soup was good. The ice/banana/pineapple/lime/orange-tangerine juice concoction was so good, we've decided to always call them zukajuices, in memoriam.
D asked me if I wanted to go out this evening. I said, "It's 100°." (38C)
"So, you don't want to go out?"
"If you can think of something worth going out in that heat for, sure."
Neither of us could.