Barry and I are now in possesion of a blender, a gadget which at $14.99 offers a bewildering array of whizbang procedures. Besides performing it's obligatory blending function, it claims to obediently chop, mix, grate, and liquefy on command.
When making it's debut performance, this machine proceeded to shriek at me in a most ghastly manner. I turned it off, and then began to reason with it.
Me: Why are you shrieking at me?
Gadget: I'm not. I'm singing.
Me: well, please stop.
Gadget: No problem
Me: Carry on then!
Gadget: Righto....... AAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIAAAAAAGGGGHHHHHHHHH(BDUNKBDUNK)AAAAA
Me: STOP!
Gadget: No problem
Me: Is this your modus operandi?
Gadget: Yes.
Me: Hmmmm, I don't like your voice.
Gadget: What? I am the pinnacle of utilitarian melody! My tunes are the essence of
efficiency!
Me: No doubt. well, I will plug my ears, and you will carry on.
Gadget: No problem. AAAAAAAAAAIIGGG(BDUNKBDUNK)AAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIAAGGRURGLE
This time my resolution held, and I endured 3 or 4 minutes of this hellish recital. It did it's part though, and I think the result was rather nice.
mmmmmmm,, very nice indeed.
dried pineapple + raspberries = pure delight (otherwise known as raspberry jam)