A little over a month ago, on my birthday, the wife and I were wandering home in the stupor of my mittagskuchen when we stumbled upon an unassuming store front. On the door were the simple words – in English – “Repair Shop.”
We bit, and inadvertantly stumbled into a shop that sold rebuilt, scratch-and-dent, and discontinued kitchen appliances.
In other words – heaven.
So last week, we finally decided to bring home our new friend, Mixie:
Oh, the places we have gone! Doughs! Soups! My attempt at mayonnaise failed miserably, but I am still able to make it by hand. And the crowning achievement thus far – Baba Ganoush!
Mixie slices and dices, grates cheese, potatoes, and probably my fingers. And all this at about 30% of retail. I wonder if I could make margaritas in that thing…
three hundred and seventy one chorales 