This year, for my birthday, I was surprised by my girl power with a lovely and quaint dinner. Really, that was enough. But Julz(HOLLA!) & Nikki-TheCakeMakingDiva perhaps accosted my Ricardo and explained that I needed a particular item. Ricardo, knowing that when girlfriends look out for each other, it's best to just nod and write a check, gave the go ahead. And so, I was given the most beautiful gift in all the land. Becauase I had the smallest food processor ever. I had food processor envy. Friends would see it and say, "That shit ain't right, girl." And then, I had to degrade myself to cutting recipes in half so it'd fit in my itsy bitsy food processor. OMG. Can you imagine the shame? But my girls and my man came through for me. I'm not much of a cryer. But when I opened this up, all I could muster through the tears was, "This is the BEST GIFT I'VE EVER GOTTEN!"
See what I mean? Look at that beauty. How I managed to go on this long with that miniscule excuse for a food chopper is beyond me. But you can betcha that I'm gonna rock some serious food merging and meshing now!
My materialistic needs are mainly in the kitchen. I've been eyeballing coffee pots with grinders. I've been a coffee drinker since my mom told me it would stunt my growth. The fourth grade. Not a great old wives tale to tell your daughter who's eye level with her teachers. So, mom, if the coffee stunted my growth, I should be about 7' by now, I figure. It's really my final vice in life. I love coffee. I'm not a tough hard core coffee drinker. I like my coffee just so, even travelling with my coffee creamer on occasion. So, you can imagine when I came across a coffee grinder/maker on SALE. Well, it was that really bad day. And it made it all okay and worth it because Ricardo wasn't about to crush my dreams. Great noble dreams of pure fresh coffee. With a timer?! Are you kidding me!? SIGN ME UP!
Ricardo doesn't even like coffee. I was afraid that the loud noise would tick him off when it went off at 6 a.m. But just as I suspected, he slept right through it. Finally, that heavy sleeper gig works to my benefit. He surprised me with how impressed he was with it. It turns out, if coffee pots were like cars, this one would have a hemi. He's okay with this wake up call, because it sounds like a plane taking off, and therefore must have a great motor, making it worthy of hearing it every day. It doesn't matter if it makes coffee, he just likes the sound. Check it out:
Don't even get me started about my vacuum! Some girls love diamonds and stuff. I'm cool with appliances.
That's how I roll.
Remember how I felt about those Sonic onion rings? I think you would ge the same reaction from me out of that food processor as well!
You truly have the Harley Davidson of coffee makers. Although, it did sound like it would take off through the ceiling. Now I'm pea-green with envy. Your nieces, while here, asked if they could have some of what I was drinking. I'd made my own brand of iced coffee. I got the little hand "frother" (another miracle appliance) and whipped up the milk (2%). Mix sugar or sweetener and some Mexican vanilla into the cooled coffee. and pour together with the frothed milk over ice. The girls loved it, and the next time they talked to their mom, I heard, "Guess what, Mom!!!! Mena can do Starbucks!!!!"
I was also told that drinking coffee would turn my eyes brown. Well, I tried.....they're still green.