It was with these fond memories in my mind that I found myself perusing Briscoes the other day, with the intention of being a grown-up and finally buying my own food processor.
The aisle of food processors these days is long and varied. And it was there that I made a new friend.
We are now BFPFs. Best Food Processor Friends. She lamented that her grown-up children are all still living with her, they're vegan, and keto and paleo these days and they are chopping up fresh vegies on a daily basis so she needed something grunty.
But what size bowl, do you need all of those attachments, what about the kilowatts? I sympathised with her and told her about my predicament.
I had been trying to make biscuit crumbs for banoffee pie in a Nutri Bullet, it didn't work, the crumbs were either like powder or not cut up at all. I didn't even have a rolling pin to bash them around with and take out my frustrations.
We both concluded that it's difficult trying to be a domestic goddess in this day and age without an appropriate food processor.
My BFPF went with a cheap and cheerful option, whilst I went for bigger is better.
I lugged that spaceship home and came to the conclusion that designers of these food processors gain extra points if they can make a bowl that doesn't sit on its base and lock into place without the operator having a degree in astro physics.
As I have no degree, I cursed and swore, and locked and loaded and finally got the thing to go. It would be fair to say I am still working out which blades are best for what purpose.
My forte dish at the moment is a little something I like to call fresh cabbage dip. Cabbage meant for coleslaw blitzed to within an inch of its life. It's yummy! Mum and Alison Holst would be so proud.
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