Mixing it Up

I had big dreams for me and my Cuisinart. We would blend. Whirr. Create beautiful things together.

Then it arrived. Last June.

I opened the box, pulled out the blades and attachments, spread them all around me. I tried to read the manual. Then I panicked. Where was Alton Brown when I so desperately needed him?

So I did the only thing I was capable of doing. I put everything back in the box, put a bag over it and put it on top of the refrigerator. Where it has lived ever since.

I've tried to recreate the excitement I felt before UPS delivered my bundle of joylessness. I've tried to imagine all of the cool stuff it could do, if only I could master it. But all I see when I look at the thing is failure. My failure.

Although I'm not one for making New Years resolutions, I have resolved that this will be the year I master my Cuisinart. I will buckle down and figure out how each attachment attaches, what each one is for and how I will move on with my life, confident in my newly found skills. I will make that homemade peanut butter. I will smooth that smoothie.

Now all I have to do is remember where I put the manual...