Sagas of my blender

I have a blender -- a beautiful Cuisinart model in black rubber and stainless steel that matches the food processor, dishwasher and other appliances. I look at my blender from time to time, and feel asssured. Finally, I have arrived at a place in my life where I can have an expensive toy in my kitchen. It's a luxury, a real power toy. I don't play with it often, but when I do, it delivers velvety soups and creamy dresssings that no other food processor or blender can match.

I'm fairly possesive about my blender. I really don't like other people to touch it, but sometimes I try to play nicely and let them have a go. Christmas day for instance. ARG was home, and having announced some time ago that she had never tasted lobster, it seemed to be the perfect special occasion to make lobster bisque. It also seemed to be a friendly Mummy kind of thing to do to let my girl play with the blender. I did say, "don't put too much of that bisque in at once", but no sooner were the words out of my mouth than bloop, the lid blew off and boiling soup rained down over the counter top. Her Daddy rushed to save her from the nasty machine and bad mother, but not having been allowed to play with the power toy himself, unscrewed the base and let the remains of the bisque flow out over the counter and on to the floor where the dog's tongue was waiting.

This weekend I gave my man a second chance with the blender. He was lurking in the kitchen, waiting for dinner to make itself. Again, it seemed a friendly thing to do to let him have control of the machine. I set him making the Duma dressing from Get it Ripe. It requires chopping an onion and throwing it into the blender along with oil, vinegar, nutritional yeast and some herbs, a real macho kind of recipe. HG complained that the blender was leaving lumps, and it sounded a bit rough at high speed, but I didn't think much about it until we sat down to eat the salad. A few mouthfuls in I found myself chewing on a hard lump. It had a bit of give, but refused to break down as I chewed on. Fishing it out of my mouth I found a small flat piece of grey silicone. Somehow, HG had managed to blend the gasket that fits between the blades and the glass jug. How can the gasket have ended up inside the glass jug? HG has a theory that the blender pulled it in because the jug wasn't screwed together tightly. I have my own theories on the matter, starting with no-one understands the sheer power and beauty of my blender.