If you want to know a new level of horror, take your blender apart and examine the muck that has congealed under the blades. I did that to myself this morning. I never realized what tiny little crannies the steel concealed, or the amount of pure evil that could hide there.
I tried getting in there with cloth, brushes, Q-tips; nothing worked. The little spaces are just too small. So I had to get creative.
What you see here is my blender steel, soaked in Purell and set ablaze. I recommend everybody do this, and not just to avoid being murdered by blender filth. It’s also nice aesthetically, as you can see. (I turned out the lights to get you a better photo.)
For added fun, you can quote aloud the line from Aliens that’s in the caption (as I did). Or if you lack dignity, you can sing “Disco Inferno,” substituting the word “blender.” (I didn’t.)
It was a success. The outcome was a smoothie made with two bananas, peanut butter (the natural kind), vanilla-flavored almond milk, and a little bit of Nutella. I win.