I was at a friend's (really big) house last night for dinner and realized I hadn't taken my picture for the day. So I told her I needed a shot, told her about the blog and why I needed the pic.
She got excited.
Her: OH! I'm your girl! I am a consumer girl! What are you going to take a picture of?
Me: I'm thinking the food processor.
Her: I hate that thing.*
Me: What? Why?
Her: Because it doesn't shred cheese the way my grandmother's did back in the 70's.
She then went into a long explanation: lumps of cheese that get forsaken and left behind in the gizmo that have to go through it a second or perhaps a third time to actually get shredded. Ergo, she's forced to use expletives, probably in front of one of her children. Not pretty.
At this point, I tried to introduce the concept of an old fashioned hand cheese grater, but she cut me at the knees:
Her: Tanya. I feed 8 people every night. Have you ever grated cheese by hand for 8 people?
She's got me there.
It's all relative, isn't it? She has the cadillac of food processors. Mine is mini--I think it holds 3 cups?--and has no capacity to shred cheese. It has one blade, one button and cost me $30 when I bought it.
I love it. ->
*This comment, naturally, sealed the deal for me.