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Orange Banana Bliss

Allow us to proudly introduce the smoothie as a righteous breakfast item. In fact, this baby is a meal in itself. Packed with nutrition and modest in calories, it provides you with enough energy to blast into your day, and soar. Why a fruit smoothie? It's simple. Fruits are rapidly digested and easily absorbed, which makes them THE IDEAL FOOD for a quick energy boost. And blending fruits increases their transit through your stomach by as much as 100 percent, meaning their nutrition is available to your cells in half the time, as compared to eating fruits whole.

What's in our favorite fruit smoothie? We have many, but the one featured above contains 5 ingredients and can be made in 3 simple steps.

3 oranges
3 frozen bananas
2 tbsp. chia seeds
1 tbsp. cinnamon
dash of stevia (herbal sweetener)

1. Blend the oranges until liquid
2. Add 3 frozen bananas until smooth
3. Mix in 2 tbsp. of chia seeds, and add cinnamon and stevia to taste.

NUTRITION (per person)
calories: 300
80 percent carbohydrate
14 percent fat
6 percent protein
10 percent or more of 12 essential nutrients, including 133 percent of the daily requirement for vitamin C
plus your daily requirement of omega-3 fatty acids, a potent anti-inflammatory.


Be sure to use frozen bananas, to make it slushy and creamy. What better way than to start your day with ice cream, especially when it's so healthy and wholesome! You'll never look at fried eggs the same! ;)

This smoothie makes about 4 cups and serves 2 people, so invite a friend.


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