Thanks to this………….
……….I’ve been branching out with some recipes, and it seems most of them require a food processor. I had a small one at one time, but gave it away since it intimidated the hell out of me. Just reading about pulsing gave me the heebie-jeebies.
The Big Daddy had a bumper crop of tomatoes that came in about hmmm…..October. Tomatoes had taken over the homestead so I decided to make salsa which required a food processor. I opted to use the blender instead with less than great results. I told my tale of woe to my friend who offered me her food processor that she had never used. Skerd, like me. I put my big girl panties on, put that Mother on the counter and stared it down.
I have now made two new batches of salsa that The Fam is going crazy for and I AM IN LOVE WITH THE FOOD PROCESSOR!!!! I returned it to my friend with a breathless description of its life changing power. She wanted a piece of that action and made a sweet potato dish with the same results as me. Now we talk about a kitchen appliance that has been around FOREVA, like we just lifted our skirts and got off the carriage from Amish country.
My mom has had a lifelong debilitating fear of yeast. She’s always referred to it in a low whisper, like gossiping about somebody whose husband is going to the Big House for tax evasion. Her advice to her kids, “Stay away from it.. Don’t even try it.”
I think somewhere along the way she may have gotten the Just Say No To Drugs campaign confused with Yeast, and crazy is as crazy was raised.