Today I Wrote Nothing

You owe it to all of us to get on with what you're good at. - W.H. Auden

Let's talk appliances.* Mostly because I blog from my kitchen table and that is what I have to look at. I just got a new food processor! It arrived yesterday to replace the one I broke. I don't know HOW I broke it, but I do know that in the midst of shredding potatoes to make the BEST LATKE WAFFLES EVER, it gave up the ghost. It whirred and whirred, but nothing doing. It was an old beast, to be fair, and one of those cheap miniature ones intended for the thrifty urban kitchen, so it had a good run. But can I tell you the thrill in my heart when I realised I get to buy a new kitchen appliance? Be still! Be still!

This is a thrill I don't get very often. I have to be sensible, you see, when it comes to buying things that belong in the kitchen. Because it is a tiny one.

 This is where I get all my best coffee-drinking blogging done.

My counter space is at capacity. So I can only get a NEW appliance if it is to replace an OLD one. This almost never happens. I have a blender that must be a century old and I suspect it will live forever just to spite me. So when my food processor started clanking and smelling of smoke, my first thought was, 'That looks like enough potato for two waffles,' followed by 'AMAZONAMAZONAMAZON.'

And my friends, I UPgraded. I didn't go nuts, mind, I still have a small kitchen - but this is a beautiful thing. I have gone from THREE blades to SIX. According to the picture on the box and the instruction manual I'll never read, this thing can make DOUGH. It can whip MERINGUE. It can grind COFFEE. It has a BLENDER jug. It is like the holy grail of appliances.

I may never sleep again.

Now if you'll excuse me, I'm off to proofread for a couple of hours before it's time to purée my lunch.

Big hugs and lots of love,
Esss

*We're at an all-new low.