Yesterday I got to play with my new toy: the food processor. I've had an anemic blender for years; it was a "hey, look, a stowaway!" that I got when I moved into an apartment and it had been left behind by the former tenant. It went nicely with the 4 etched-glass margarita glasses that I got from another apartment I had moved into. Ah, the rummage sale life of a serial renter. But this is the first food processor I've owned. And it is AWESOME.
So yesterday was the test run on the processor's raison d'etre -- veggie slop for the dogs. (Though there are definitely some rum balls in that processor's future!) Hamburger, kale, green beans, summer squash, apples, minced garlic, salmon oil, eggs, and yogurt. Several batches were run through the processor until I had a huge mixing bowl full, about 17 to 18 cups of slop all told, which was enough for suppers last night, and five 3-cup containers in the freezer for the weeks to come.
How did the veggie slop go over, you ask?
Ian: "Cool! Food!" snarf snarf snarf snarf
Elli: takes one look and motions me over. "Excuse me, but this is not the meal I ordered."
Me: "It's good for you. There's plenty of meat in there. Eat your supper."
Elli: raises an eyebrow at the bowl with the slop in question. "This is not food."
Me: "It IS food. Eat your supper."
Elli: sits down. "I'd like to speak with a member of the management."
Me: "Um, that would be ME. Eat your supper!"
Elli: "There's a fly in my soup."
Me: "See, I told you there was meat. Eat!"
Elli: wanders over to see what Ian is eating.
Ian: "Isn't this great?!" snarf snarf snarf
Me: "Elli! Go. Eat. Your. Dinner!"
Elli: "You have clearly taken leave of your senses. I am sure there is nothing in this world that would compel me to eat this... this substance you are pushing at me."
Sabbat the Cat: wanders over to see what's in Elli's bowl
Elli: "Hey!! You!! Get the hell away from my dinner!" digs in and starts eating.
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