My food processor's predecessor is a blender. While it is rare that I make blender blunders, I thought it'd be fun to have a processor. I processed this idea in my mind for several months; one day my friend offered me hers.
Prior to the food processor, the only processor I had used was my word processor. Although it excels at chopping documents in half, mincing words, and slicing dangling participles, I had the feeling that using the food processor would entail a different sort of process.
I know little about food processor processing. My friend explained the blades for mooshing, mashing, dicing, slicing, and grating. Great.
Then she left me to my own devices (or device). All I had to do was figure out how to turn it on. No simple task, as it turned out. The dial wouldn't budge. I even tried contacting the processor's parent company, but it had changed its product line and couldn't help me.
When my friend visited, she showed how the plastic bowl needed to click into place a certain way (it needed to be part of a click clique). It looked so easy when she did it. The next time I tried, the dial wouldn't budge (I think it likes her better).
Processing with my processor has been a process. I've decided it's easier to do things manually. For instance, I used the grater blade to hand grate lemon rind. It worked, for which I'm grateful.
Causes Eva Schlesinger Supports
Center For Young Women's Development
Alameda County Library Foundation