In my last blog I mentioned The Food Processor That Wouldn’t Die. It is just the most fabulous kitchen aide there has ever been.
I first met this machine when I borrowed it from neighbor and friend, Diane, because I wanted to make cherry tomato spaghetti sauce and didn’t have a processor. I used it one day and took it back to her. I gave her some sauce to thank her. The sauce used the entire cherry tomato. We ate it but the seeds bother us now that we are older so I don’t make the sauce any longer.
I forget why I borrowed the processor the next time but I believe the third time I borrowed it Diane gave it to me. She pointed out that it had a crack in the spindle and her husband had purchased her a new one. It was now mine. I think it has been at least ten years if not more that I have had old faithful.
I have grated zucchini, cheese, carrots, and potatoes. I have spun sauces and pestos. I could probably put some rocks in it and grate them up. But I don’t want to push my luck.
A couple of years ago the spindle puked. There was the nastiest black gunk ooze out of the crack. I thought for sure that my precious food processor was done for. But no – I cleaned it up with some soap and water and it was just fine.
I swear every time I take it out of the cupboard, I think to myself, “will this be the last time?” I thought for sure those darn ginger snaps would do the thing in. They weren’t hard eating them. I don’t know why they were such hell to break up.
I am so very happy to have the Food Processor That Wouldn’t Die. I don’t know what I would do without it. (Probably go out and buy a new one.)