Apple Pie Smoothie

You could have this nutritious smoothie for breakfast. Or dessert.
Apple pie in a glass. Perfect for fall.

Apple Pie Smoothie Ingredients
1/2 c pecans
2 sweet apples (med to large)
5-6 c baby spinach
1 c plain yogurt*
1 c unsweetened vanilla almond milk*
1 c apple cider
1 t cinnamon
1/2 t allspice

Put ingredients, pecans first, in a high speed blender. Blend thoroughly. Serve immediately or chilled. Makes 4 good sized (approximately 12 oz) smoothies.

*You can also use vanilla yogurt and/or sweetened vanilla almond milk, which will make it sweeter. As is, the recipe is slightly sweet — just enough, in my opinion.

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