I've told you before that our top of the line Cuisinart processor stopped working while I was making hummus a few months ago, right? No, not the one where I inserted a plastic spoon into the bowl while the motor was still running and chopped off the tip of the utensil, not that one. This was later. No? I could swear- hold on, let me check the archives....... Yup, there it is. Two sentences ago.. (fail)
Anyway, we haven't been able to make hummus since then as John didn't trust me with automatic blades anymore seeing how I could make a motor fritz just by throwing a chickpea at it-
Tangent! John and I had a healthy arguement over chickpeas versus garbanzo beans. He didn't believe they are the same thing. Of course, Walmart does not help the matter by selling cans of the same product WITH DIFFERENT WORDING. Chickpeas are located in the canned vegetable aisle. Garbanzo beans are located in the ethnic aisle. And priced higher. Great Value turns into a Great Scam depending on which bean your recipe calls for. I'm not sure if he turned to the Mighty Google to solve the riddle. I just dropped the arguement and counted myself the winner.
End of tangent. (It's Random Tuesday. Don't you expect this from me?)
- so we've been homemade hummus-less for months. Now that we've discovered the awesomeness of almond butter and watched a quick Youtube video on how to make this goodness ourselves, John decided it would be time to turn to a Ninja processor.
Bringing home the contraption, bought at our local warehouse club, (Notice how warehouse clubs like Sam's Club, Costco, and BJ's have dropped the "wholesale" lingo they used to attract thrifty shoppers? Me neither. Until now.) I used it for the first time to make Jan's grain free pancakes since I needed to refine the almond flour we had bought a little more.
The thing worked fine and I was able to drop everything into the dishwasher without too much hassle. Remembering later about the blade, I was careful when emptying that same cycle into the dish rack.
And when finally cleaning out the dish rack later, yeah, the title says it all. I didn't even know I had brushed up against it until a few seconds later when I noticed blood dripping off my fingertip. Looking down at the site, I thought I had really gashed it good and ran some water over it while mentally readying myself for the gruesome details.
End result: about a half inch long, just over the second knuckle, only as deep as a paper cut. And bleeding like a warrior.
I popped one of Sprite's band-aids (note to self: get the boring adult kind, while the kiddie ones are cute, they do NO damage control) onto my finger and went about my business.
"Mommy, what's that?"
"I cut my finger. It's okay. I just needed to cover it so it could heal a bit."
Sprite dropped her fork to her plate and immediately started searching her arms and hands intently.
"What are you doing?"
She focused on her right arm and the small reddish spot of a bugbite that was at the end stages of healing. "I need a band-aid too."
"No, you don't. You just need some time in the sun. It will go back to the same color as the rest of your arm."
"No, I need a band-aid. You have one. So I need one too."
I can only imagine the fun we'll have when she learns about fashion from the other kids at school.
Okay, go see Stacy and the rest of the Randomizers. Don't even consider that my post isn't all that random. I wrote it in the span of twenty minutes. That's about as random as you're going to get from me this week.