When we moved last weekend one of the last things in our old place of residence was a 15 year old food processor with a broken locking mechanism that had to be smashed in place with a knife in order for it to work.

I suggested we throw it out rather that haul it to the new place up three flights of stairs. And by suggested I mean chucked it in the trash despite Boyfriend's protests that we keep it until we get a new one.

How often do you use a food processor anyway, right?

Then yesterday I pulled out a recipe for some salsa I have been wanting to try and make with avocados and tomatillos and serranos.

Someone was quite amused when I read aloud that it called for a blender.

That someone was not me.

Guess what we went shopping for yesterday afternoon.

Which is good because today I need to use it to puree some marinara sauce for pizza.

I'm such a clever girl sometimes.