I decided yesterday to make tarts for a snow day project. So I hauled out my Cuisinart to handle the pastry. (You used to be able to use “Cuisinart” to mean “any food processor”, because—back in the last century—pretty much any food processor was a Cuisinart.)
I discovered that a piece had broken off the bowl, and it
turned out that that piece was what fastened the top to the bowl. A food
processor won’t work if the lid isn’t locked.
I was able to get the blade to turn by manually pushing
down on the top, so I was able to kludge the pastry, but I started grumbling
because now I’d have to buy a new bowl, and since this particular machine dates
from probably the 80s, there probably aren’t any loose bowls out in the wild so
I’m going to have to buy a whole new food processor even though the motor for
this one works just fine and I do not need that kind of aggravation…
But as I walked over to the computer to start that process,
I looked at the shelf above my washer and dryer, where I keep a couple of
excess things, and—looky what I found:
(At one time, probably in the 90s, I bought a spare bowl and lid. The lid since broke. But I kept the bowl.)
Yeah, it’s petty, but that’s my gratitude for today.
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