You know they never would as they are, but you can’t help wishing they might.
Also because we’re imagining nonsense here, this blender is as big as it needs to be to accomplish its task, or things are somehow able to fit into an ordinary sized blender. You have some celestial bodies you think might make a good drink/smoothie? Toss’em into the Imaginary Blender.
Gasoline, considering people already like how it smells. Though it also has thirty thousand calories per container, so you might gain a pound or two.