A modicum of restraint

Suzette bought a discontinued food processor — a Cuisinart from last decade — because it had large, pushable buttons, which she trusts, instead of some slippery touch pad, which she most certainly does not.

The illustration she provided shows the stark contrast between the two machines, and also includes a piece of earlier equipment: a GE food processor with “little ass buttons.” It reminded me of my thirty-year-old Osterizer, in the beigest possible beige, which also has little-ass buttons, as distinguished from little ass-buttons. And in fact, I left her a comment to that effect, which WordPress.com refused to accept; evidently it pushed their ass buttons.







3 comments

  1. fillyjonk »

    20 July 2013 · 11:52 am

    That bottom (1970s) food processor reminds me of the one my mom had when I was growing up. I remember the little fiddly buttons.

    I own a food processor, but I figured out years back that I’d rather spend the time chopping with a knife than spend the time cleaning the dang thing. So now my food processor is stored in one of the high, high cabinets in my kitchen. If I don’t use it for another 6 months or so it’s getting donated somewhere.

    For all my food-smushing-up related needs, I have a blender. And also an immersion blender.

  2. CGHill »

    20 July 2013 · 12:10 pm

    A lot depends on the quantity to be prepared. Cooking just for myself, I seldom encounter any task that requires more than a few strokes with a good knife, or slightly more strokes with my mediocre one. And any industrial-strength prep needs can be submitted for Osterization.

  3. fillyjonk »

    21 July 2013 · 5:02 pm

    Yeah, if I were cooking for a husband and a passel of kids (especially if I could rope one of them into KP duty), I can see how it would be more useful. I’m just thinking of the time I tried to make braised red cabbage using the thing and realized midway through the cleanup that it would have been faster in the long run just to cut up the dang head of cabbage with a knife.

    (Also, there is something, shall we say, therapeutic, about being able to attack something vaguely head-shaped with a knife, at the end of a long and meeting-filled week….)

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