I recently had an epiphany. No, not that kind, it was a cooking utensil epiphany: I suddenly realized how badly I needed a potato masher.
In just a few weeks, I had repeatedly found myself in the painful situation of having to puree things without a self-respecting tool, resorting to the use of a simple fork and expending large amounts of precious energy, to pitiful results. Enough was enough, and as soon as I found myself in the vicinity of my favorite kitchen supply stores, I bought myself a beautiful old-fashioned presse-purée with a wooden handle. A downright splurge, at 3.52 € a pop.
This little guy has already earned its keep by perfectly mashing a simple soup the other day, producing the exact chunk-to-mash ratio I wanted, after just a minute of a gentle and strangely soothing gesture. My quality of life has just been raised a notch. Oh, and did you know they found utensils just like this one in Egyptian tombs? Well, they did.
On another note (ter), today is Maxence’s birthday: Joyeux Anniversaire mon chéri!