In Father of the Bride there’s this part where the daughter gets into a huge fight with her boyfriend because he gives her a blender. She feels like the blender is some 1950’s reference to sexual politics and represents a troubling set of expectations about who she is and what she does. We’re supposed to see her concerns as an overreaction, but I remember watching this movie in third grade after reading about the ERA and thinking, “well, she has a point.”
Now, I’m like. Hey, that was so thoughtful. She can make pesto. And hummus. Cream soups, smoothies, and lots of other things. Though, maybe a food processor would be better, since chopping onions is a pain. Mandolines seem like more fun, but mostly to make ratatouille that looks like the one from Ratatouille. Of course, what I really, really want is a little green Dutch oven for stews.
Anyway, I don’t know where I was going with this, but this steamer basket is beautiful, it was such a thoughtful present, and I’m so happy about everything it says about who I am and what I do.