Yesterday I made an officially sanctioned (by my girlfriend) trip to Target to pick up a food processor, and I honestly intended to just make it a quick in-and-out thing. A half an hour and a bit over six hundred dollars later I emerged from the store with the food processor, a wand-type hand blender (with spice mill and wire whisk attachments), a pack of rubber spatulas and measuring spoons, a stand mixer (with flat beater, whisk, and dough hook blades), Ron Popiel’s countertop rotisserie thingy (compact model), a digital meat thermometer, a candy thermometer, a microwave, and a toaster.
While I was unpacking and setting everything up my girlfriend got a look at the receipt, and promptly added Target to the list of Places Exgineer Is Not Allowed To Go By Himself. I initially thought the ban was a rather harsh overreaction, but after some sober reflection I think she’s probably right. Considering the damage I did in Housewares I probably would have spent the next three month’s mortgage payments if I’d made it to Electronics. I guess I’ll just have to resign myself to my fate, and take solace in the knowledge that our kitchen is just that much closer to being fully equipped.
I still think I should have picked up that rice cooker though.