Blender Blunder
My life seems to be full of humor. I'm not sure if it's something I happen to be blessed with or if it's that I look for it. Whether it be stories of my "love" interests (or lack there of) or unfortunate mishaps (such as walking into vehicle mirrors)... "funny" seems to find me.
However, as I try to search my memory bank for humor in the kitchen, I come up short. I'm not sure why. When I cook or bake it's usually a very fun and relaxing time. If I'm at my comfiest, I will be in pjs or shorts and knees-highs with some Big Sean bumping.
The only story I can think of that really tickles my funny bone is when my sister came to visit. At the time, she lived a couple hours away so visits were usually over-night. She was a new mom and was concerned about feeding her daughter only the healthiest of foods. I was intrigued when she asked to use my blender so she could make her daughter "ice cream". Of course I didn't mind, so she piled in her ingredients of fruits and other things. It seemed like a lot of solids to me, but I didn't dare question; I had never made blender ice cream before.
At this point, it's important to note that I have a very close relationship with my blender. I love love love to make smoothies. I try to do it at least 3 times per week. I had purposely selected this beautiful red blender because it has small sparkles in the paint. I believe there had been a sale on it and I also saved a coupon to justify allowing myself to purchase it.
Okay, now that you have the back-story, let's move on.
My sister started her blending. Things seemed fine at first. However, the job went on for quite awhile. I'm not sure what the average "blending" time is, but it felt abnormally long to me. "Wrawww wraawww wrawww wraww," my blender started to moan. This was alarming to me because it wasn't the normal "Rrrrrr rrrr rrrrr" I was use to. I calmly mentioned that I wasn't sure my blender could handle all the solids and suggested adding liquids. My sister didn't agree. She just kept on... a... mixin'... My nerves were acting up, as I listened to my precious machine's gurgle for help. If this audio wasn't enough signal of distress, the new burning motor smell was. Alright... that was enough! I couldn't take this injustice. I value few material things, but I splurged on this device that I had come to cherish. "Have you never used a household blender? This is not industrial grade!" is all I could think. Just as my panic began to heighten, finally...She shut it off and the bewailing ceased.
I really hope my niece enjoyed her ice cream.
I wanted so badly to "let it go" but as I expressed above, I had feelings for this blender. I decided to talk to my sister about the damage I believed was done to my blender. I explained how it was no longer the same.
Like a good sister does, she made it right. For Christmas, she got me a fancy blender, engineered for the toughest chopping (even ice cream-making capable!). Oh and I have to add- it's red ;) (Just in case you're wondering - I didn't retire Ol' Red. He's still a reliable back-up.)
lol you girls
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