Addicted to the Orange Dream Machine

I have a new addiction. And it's a rather expensive one.

What started out as an innocent journey to purchase a gift card for a friend turned into a mind numbing relationship that I simply don't know how to escape from.

This addiction is with Jamba Juice....something I never dreamed would happen. I'm not a huge smoothie guy. I don't need special energy boosters or doses of nutritional fruit, or shots of wheat grass.

We recently visited Jamba Juice with one intention: buy a gift card and leave. I made a terrible mistake though and started looking at the menu. About half way through the menu review, I almost lost interest until my eyes came upon the section titled "Creamy Treats".......now this is more my language.

There are only three choices in the Creamy Treats section and the smoothie called "Orange Dream Machine" caught my interest. Orange Juice, orange sherbet, non fat frozen yogurt and ice.

After some good hard thinking (after all, this "drink" cost over $4) and a strong recommendation from the Jamba employee, we decided to order an Orange Dream Machine.

Upon the sweet orange taste touching my lips I knew that I was forever enslaved to this phenomenal smoothie. Don't be fooled by the simple description of sherbet, yogurt and Orange Juice. This smoothie tastes like a melted down Orange Creamsicle. It's creamy, smooth, thick and completely delicious. Nothing is better than an Orange Creamsicle, especially when you can drink it through a straw.

My wife and I fought over every single ounce of the Orange Dream Machine smoothie and we were sucking down every last drop.

Now.....the Orange Dream Machine owns me. I can't get it out of my mind. I think about Jamba Juice and that stupid orange smoothie all the time. When I drive by Jamba Juice I get lost in my gaze and I almost drive off the road. I need help, or maybe I just need to go buy some more Orang Dream Machines.

Who knew a fat man could be addicted to a smoothie?