I don't mean to sound paranoid, but I think my kitchen is out to get me.

marilynfl

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It started two weeks ago: First, my Cuisinart food processor went on walk-about and while I managed to catch the base, the canister fell on the floor, spewing white chocolate bits all over the place and cracking the handle.

Then I went to PA and just got back to start my holiday baking before returning to PA on Saturday. Suddenly my scale went into spastic mode, displaying 640 and LLL and EEE and 249 and 31--all when it should be been resetting to zero. If it had a voice, swear words would have been next. Heck, for all I know, LLL and 249 ARE swear words in scale-language.

And then my favorite silicon spatulas broke. I have 10 spatulas, but this was my "fits perfectly in my hand" spatula.

And now, minutes ago, my KA alternate paddle (the one with rubber edges), snapped. Just like that...in the middle of a savory cookie dough.

What? WHAT IS GOING ON? Does my kitchen know something I don't? Could my cholesterol have recently surged to stratospheric levels? Have I suddenly become deathly allergic to butter? Is there a recall on flour due to a fatal processing error? WHAT!!! Why is my kitchen fighting me??? Or is it trying to save me???

Now I know where the phrase "...and just like that she snapped" comes from.

Because, just like that, I snapped.

 
Marilyn, only you could do justice when it comes to personifying a kitchen. But it does sound

as though yours has recently sprung horns. Maybe it's just a phase. ??? I hope Santa brings you a new "fits best in your hand" silicon spatula. Wigs

 
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