It’s fun to misbehave.

The running joke among my friends and colleagues is that I’m sorely in need of a vice. They’re sort of right: I don’t drink. I don’t smoke (anymore). I don’t do drugs. I don’t sleep with anyone, these days married men. Older men used to be a weakness of mine, but I’ve grown out of it. I don’t cheat or steal. I go to bed early (unless I’m working late), and wake up early. I’m always almost always on time for work.

And as for food — well, I’m not exactly fighting off a junk food habit ;-)

What’s a girl to do? It’s not as though I’m about to take up gambling. When my friends point out my lack of vice, I either admit defeat or launch into a long rant about how I hate the whole idea of “vice,” because it implies that everyday life is lacking in pleasure and fun, which makes us crave the forbidden, which is a fundamentally depressing for so many reasons…and so on, and so forth.

But let’s face it, they have a point. We all enjoy channeling our inner teenager, and that’s what we do with the occasional misdeed. It’s exhilarating to break a rule, or a norm. Do I think that “vice” is fundamentally overrated? Sure. If you’re counting the moments to your next drink, or line, or joint, or you next illicit liaison or inadvisable shopping spree, you probably need to invest your everyday existence with a lot more passion and fulfillment. But once in a while, it’s fun to play with the idea of vice.

Which brings me to the title of this post. You guys know about my love of coffee, right? I hesitate to even call it a vice, because a) in moderation, coffee isn’t so bad for you, and b) vice implies something off-limits, and believe me, coffee is hardly off limits in Gena-land. I really can’t think of a habit I’m less interested in changing. But in the grand scheme of my health freak lifestyle, I’d have to say that my java fixation wins the “one of these things is not like the other” award. Especially when it’s flanked by green juice and kale salads and beans!

So over the weekend, when I dumped half a packet of Starbucks’ new instant coffee (which tastes fabulous, by the way) into an otherwise healthy, alkaline smoothie:

…it felt deliciously sinful.

It was Sunday, and I’d just whipped up a sumptuous banana smoothie for breakfast. I was about to serve it up, when my eye caught the little red box of Via in my pantry. Hmmm, I thought. Wouldn’t this smoothie be better if it were coffee-flavored?

Did I dare?

Reader, I did. Into my super healthy smoothie went half a packet of Via. It was delicious, and if you should wish to invite a little vice into smoothies of your own, here’s the recipe:

Gena’s Sinful Smoothie (serves 1)

1 large, frozen banana
2 tbsp hemp protein
Half a cup of homemade hazelnut milk (or any nut milk)
Ice (about half a cup)
1/2 packet instant coffee (about a teaspoon)
1 tbsp coconut butter

Blend all ingredients in a blender on high. Add more nut milk if needed.

Yes. Sometimes it’s fun to make mischief.

After I made this, I realized that the smoothie was not only infused with coffee, but coffee that’s corporate and neither organic or fair trade. Meh. Those concessions to imperfection are way less cute than my original one. But I bought the box for travel emergencies, and I buy organic and fair trade the rest of the time, so I’m just going to put Via in the “imperfect” category, and leave it at that.

Speaking of non-mischevious smoothies, I also recently tried my friend Kristen’s much adored chocolate cherry bomb for the first time. Well, I certainly see what all of the fuss is about! It’s decadent and delicious. I’m not a cherry fan, but fortunately, they were fairly submerged beneath choco-banana bliss, and just lent a hint of flavor to the drink. Another winner! Thanks, Mama-to-be.

With that, I wish you all a good night–naughty or nice!

xo

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