You were lovely and so…easy to work with. With that signature click you showed me the way to the perfect puree: peas with mint, sweet potato with apple and chicken, banana and avocado, beef and apple, green beans and potatoes, turkey and apricot. And so much more.
But as the cliche goes, all good things must come to an end.
I knew it was almost over when you botched that last batch of apples. Your blade was coming loose and you left lumps in Mason’s applesauce. I couldn’t fix you and nor could Chris. When the end came, today over turkey and sweet potatoes, it was swift and final. Your blade just refused to hang on.
Of course, I’ll still puree. My babe is hooked on the fresh stuff and my blender and saucepan have agreed to take on your old role. True, they’re messy, much messier than you ever were. And they’re not as sleek and stylish–they don’t have your European roots. But they still get the job done and so now our trio will go on.
Adios, my friend. We had fun while it lasted. Thank you for everything.