Last week my family unknowingly stepped into a Wayback Machine, when we flew to Boise, Idaho. We left behind millions of people for wide open fields of brown.
While in Boise I accepted a new lucrative position: Pie Crust Technician. With recent apple pie making success still wiggling under my belt, I was ready to excel at my new position. I just had one question.
“Mom, where’s your food processor?”
“What?”
“You know, a food processor for mixing pie dough,” and I used my index finger to press an imaginary food processor button.
“Oh. I have a pastry blender,” my Mom replied.
While I imagined a one-touch pastry blending machine, my Mom opened a drawer and handed me this:
This is a blender?
For my benefit, its purpose was clearly imprinted on the side: ”use to blend flour and shortening.”
Ah, a pastry hand blender.
Rookie that I am, I blended for a good ten minutes. My blending was not perfect, but I felt a sense of accomplishment upon completion.
Confession time… I haven’t appreciated my food processor’s quick and consistent work. Instead, I’m guilty of skipping over the amazing results and only seeing the cleanup work.
Well, no more! I vow to not take my food processor for granted. And if someone hands me a pastry blender, I know just what to do.
