A woman who can food process is a happy woman

Did I ever mention what Mr. Perfect got me for Valentine's Day? No? Silly me. He bought me a beautiful food processor. Now, I have gone most of my adult cooking life thinking that food processors were for lazy, lazy women who didn't really know their way around a kitchen.

Boy, was I wrong. And I'm fully willing to admit it. I WAS WRONG! See?

There are way, WAY too many recipes out there that I want to try that all have this previously-phrase-of-frustration: "Put XXX in food processor and XXX." I'm very happy to report that seeing this line in a recipe will no longer cause me to sigh with great sadness.

To inaugurate the new kitchen toy, we crushed graham crackers for Mr. Perfect's pie crust. Next, we tackled the remaining carrots in the garden. Winter carrots are incredibly sweet. But they are also HUGE. And carrot juice stains (I'm just saying). But we now have 15 cups of shredded carrots in the freezer to use throughout the coming seasons until the next carrot harvest. And I have a once nice and white bowl that is permanently orange. Well, I guess I could try a bleach bath on it. *shudder

After that, it was fresh salsa. Oh yeah, baby! This was definitely the funnest thing that happened with the new toy. And it was delicious! (Posted on the cooking blog.)

So, you want to make your wife a happy, happy woman in the kitchen? Get her a food processor. Pronto!

That is all.