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Jan. 21st, 2010 01:26 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
desperanceI love, love-love-love, my mighty blender with its vicious whizzing blades that make most fabulous soups and purees and and and. But.
Above the stainless steel body is the heavy glass goblet. Above the heavy glass goblet is the tough rubberized lid. In the centre of the tough rubberized lid is -
- is this really annoying little plastic thingie, designed to be removable for the addition of new ingredients while the whizzy blades are whizzing. Fine, grand, handy. Except that it will not lock in place, and is always leaping out at the most inconvenient moments. Grr.
I was making soup just now (with roots! root soup! it was going to be 'nip soup, only then I added a couple of carrots to the parsnips and turnip, so I guess it's niprot soup now) when Mac strolled by. I assumed he was heading for the litter tray by the back door, only then he didn't come back and didn't come back, so I thought maybe I ought to check...
Not in the litter tray, no. This was apparently the time to sit in the cupboard and look cute. Don't ask me: I just live here. (Mind, I came back up here to find the keyboard on the floor. Maybe he was hoping that the vision of cuteness would turn aside the hand of retribution?)
Now I shall abandon any thought of working, and go down to fry little dice of apple and bacon in butter, to make croutons for my niprot soup.
Above the stainless steel body is the heavy glass goblet. Above the heavy glass goblet is the tough rubberized lid. In the centre of the tough rubberized lid is -
- is this really annoying little plastic thingie, designed to be removable for the addition of new ingredients while the whizzy blades are whizzing. Fine, grand, handy. Except that it will not lock in place, and is always leaping out at the most inconvenient moments. Grr.
I was making soup just now (with roots! root soup! it was going to be 'nip soup, only then I added a couple of carrots to the parsnips and turnip, so I guess it's niprot soup now) when Mac strolled by. I assumed he was heading for the litter tray by the back door, only then he didn't come back and didn't come back, so I thought maybe I ought to check...
Not in the litter tray, no. This was apparently the time to sit in the cupboard and look cute. Don't ask me: I just live here. (Mind, I came back up here to find the keyboard on the floor. Maybe he was hoping that the vision of cuteness would turn aside the hand of retribution?)
Now I shall abandon any thought of working, and go down to fry little dice of apple and bacon in butter, to make croutons for my niprot soup.