This gadget was supposed to make everything OK.Somehow, by the power invested in Giada De Laurentiis, this food processor was supposed to magically transform me from a kitchen-challenged oaf into the Italian beauty herself. I had visions of whipping up the perfect pesto, so good in fact that my boyfriend (a known cheese-hater, except for mozzarella) would marvel at the delicate texture of fresh basil, pine nuts and parmesan cheese.
I had such high hopes for me and my food processor. I thought we'd be the perfect team. But she and I have barely looked at each other.
Well aware of my kitchen diva aspirations, my boyfriend bought me a food processor for Christmas. I never opened it. It was nice. Manufactured by Black & Decker. But we live in a rather small apartment so I wasn't sure where to stash it once I opened the box. So I didn't.
Then a miracle happened.
My aunt bought me the "Giada Food Processor" for my birthday (Jan. 9). To my bf's surprise -- and my absolute glee -- I tore the wrapping paper and saw Giada's smiling face beaming back at me. She was perfect, and so was her stainless steel machine. (Needless to say, my bf returned his Black & Decker purchase.)
Life was good. Until I realized that I was scared to go near it. I was overwhelmed. The food processor looked so pristine and I was afraid I'd sully -- or worse -- break it. So I placed her on top of the refrigerator until I figured out what to do with her.
A month has passed. And I'm still no closer to whipping up perfect pesto as I was before I got the food processor.
But as God is my witness, I will make pesto. ...just as soon as I find the instructions.
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