Monday, November 13, 2006

You Blend, Con't.

TUESDAY. Cocktails with the neighborhood ladies. I mention the new blender.

A short silence ensues.

"Your husband bought it, right?" says an Armani-suited graphic designer.

Well-- uh, yeah...

"Two words," says the designer. "Protective headgear. My husband bought one, too. That thing sounds like a jet engine taking off."

"But is sounded OK at Costco..."

"Costco is a freakin' airplane hangar, of course it sounded fine there! I am telling you. Get yourself a pair of industrial-strength hear protectors. You'll thank me."


WEDNESDAY. Realize I am afraid of new blender.

THURSDAY. It sits on the kitchen counter, silent,still, unused. Its virginity mocks me.

SATURDAY. Spouse offers to make dinner. Takes some of my eggplant parmesan- that eggplant parm from the farmer's market cheapo eggplants, that labor of love- and purees it in new blender. Pours it over pasta. It is not bad.

SUNDAY. Page through blender cookbook. If I follow all its instructions in a month I will be slim, gorgeous, death-proof in my non-trans-fattedness.

3 comments:

Joke said...

You should have been making daiquiris by the gallon for the ladies in attendance.

-J.

Sue said...

WHy didn't I think of that???

Christopher McLaughlin said...

hot daiquiris?