Tonight, spurred on by hunger and a $50 wal-mart gift card, I bought a “ninja” food processor.
I love to cook, and after crushing oreos for truffles in an ancient blender last Friday night, I decided that I would buy a real food processor at the nearest opportunity. So, tonight, my opportunity came.
I was extremely hungry, and thirsty (and a lot of other “y”s), so I decided I would get the ingredients for homemade salsa and tortilla chips. I came home, washed my nifty new chopper up, and set to work on my salsa masterpiece. Four roma tomatoes, two cloves of garlic, and a handful of fresh cilantro later, I had my perfectly blended salsa. By this time, I was even MORE hungry…which led to me eating nearly half a bag of chips and the entire container (save for a few teaspoonfulls) of salsa that I had made. IT WAS SOO GOOD. If I could have crawled into bed with it and snuggled it, I would have.
As you can imagine though, one does not feel quite so…perky after eating all of that. I think my 2-clove garlic breath would knock a vampire dead (sorry, Edward), and now I am even thirstier after eating all the salty chips. Blech.
So in short: food chopper=good. salsa=good. chips=good. strawberry daquiri=good. excess of the latter 3=no bueno.
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