Things we lost in the move

My grandmother, lets call her "the Nanja," had a life list of the three greatest inventions ever created The list included the machine gun, the jeep and the helicopter. Her young adult years were spent during WW II, so we shouldn't judge. Those *were* some cool new creations. In later years, the Nanja had her own toy machine gun that made authentic rat-tat-tat sounds and scared the shit out my uncle on one memorable evening (nearly leading to the untimely deaths of two prankster cousins).

Well, the times the are a-changin' at least for me. I have my own list, but my motto seems to be, "make food, not war" because the two items on my list of the all time best inventions are my Kitchen Aid Professional mixer (industrial gray) and, until recently, my Braun hand held immersion blender. I'm still casting about for the number three on my list. The microwave comes to mind. Anyway, the sad part of this tale is that since we moved, I cannot locate my immersion blender. Kitchen life as I knew it is a thing of the past. No more whipping up beans for burritos in seconds. It's mash, mash, mash with a potato masher, and it's just not as thorough. I mean, there a visable beans and Comet is only "kinda-kinda" on visible beans. Also, for whipping potatoes, it couldn't be beat. The only thing I can imagine is that I left it hanging in it's convenient wall mounted holder in our old kitchen.

And an we talk about the appliances I do have and never use? Two fondue sets (par-tay), an ice cream maker, a bread machine, a meat grinding/pasta making attachment for my Kitchen Aid and a salad shooter. I'd give them away, but there's always that slim, slim chance that I'll have an overwhelming desire to throw a fondue, shredded vegetable and ice cream party, and them where would I be?

But, as appliances leave us, new appliances come into our lives to brighten and, occasionally, warm our days. I am speaking of course of my early Valentine's gift from the thoughty Gameguy. It's a sexy red electric faux woodstove with faux flames and real heat. I'm going to put it up in our palatial bedroom suite and pretend I'm Jane Austen toasting my toes in front of an open "fire" while I create my masterpieces (er, blog entries). Fantasies can come true!

I bid you goodnight and bon apetit!