I was a cook for a few years and in spite of the intense pressures that accompany such occupations, I loved it; still do!
I make mistakes probably more than the average chef; I sometimes miss a important part because I think that I know what I am cooking /doing..lol.
Anyhow the other dark and windy afternoon,I decided to make some soup.
All was well; the recipe, which was new to me, was flowing nicely and I got to the part where I would have to puree the mixture. I could use the blender or the food processor.
Hmm, what prompted me to make the next decision?
I hauled out the processor(an old beast which has caused me trouble before)
The soup went in but strangley, the top suddenly jammed and I could neither turn the machine on, nor open the lid to remove the contents.
GRRRR..
I finally managed to siphon the contents through the feed tube into the far more friendly blender and left the sulking processor in the sink to reflect upon it’s uncooperative behaviour.
H came home to a house redolent of delicious soup but the evil processor as well. Luckily he managed to unjam it for me…












In my house, the appliances need at night to organize conspiracies make life difficult and generally annoying. The food processor is one of the chief culprits.
LOL