The Lunchbox Nazi Gets a Thermomix

Yes it is true. After over a year of wanting this wondrous machine I have relented, splurged, TREATED MYSELF to a Thermomix.

My Thermomix aka Thermie is changing my life. It (I almost want to say ‘he’- Thermie is like a new member of the family) is a revelation, a sensation, a GASTRONOMIC PREPARATION CELEBRATION. Each morning I wake and wonder with excitement what I can make in Thermie first.

I must admit though our relationship did not start off well. After an intense week of waiting for delivery, finally the day came and I picked up my new gadget with excitement. I unpacked the boxes like I was five years old and opening a present from Santa- with barely contained joy and anticipation. There Thermie was, all shiny and new, and I couldn’t wait to take it for a spin.

I threw in all the ingredients for a chocolate custard, pressed a few buttons and WHAMMO! The most amazing chocolate custard in minutes! I felt like Willy Wonka, with a you beaut machine producing splenderous chocolate treats with the press of a button. When the machine started beeping uncontrollably I whistled for an Oompa Loompa to come and attend to the malfunction, when slamming back to reality I realised I was not in fact Willy Wonka, but someone with a brand new, very expensive machine that appeared to be broken.

Awesome Hubby began huffing and puffing and after an intense discussion we eventually came to the conclusion that Thermie was defective prior to my touching it, not as a result of me touching it. Much to my relief. So the next day Thermie was rushed in for an Emergency Repair, and that day marked the start of a truly beautiful relationship between Thermie and me.

Tomorrow is the one week anniversary of Thermie joining our family, and in that time I have whipped up butter, strawberry jam, breadcrumbs (from my homemade bread), biscuits (including grinding the almonds), banana cake, orange muffins, meatballs (incuding mincing the meat), soups, tuna pasta, beef curry, scones (from the buttermilk that came from making my butter), custard (vanilla and chocolate), pizza rolls, ciabatta style rolls, olive foccaccia, three loaves of bread, grated parmesan, playdough, pulverised sugar and nuts for baking…. I am in Wholefoods Heaven and we are all going to get fat!

The other day I was dropping my daughter off to school and the teacher came over with an expression somewhere between total bafflement and complete awe. She almost seemed a little tongue tied in my presence. She dropped her eyes and said “Shereen, yesterday I saw what was in Cupcake’s lunchbox, and I have to ask you… are you Super Mum?”

I controlled my simultaneous mirth and pride enough to ask nonchalantly “Oh what DO you mean?” Totally fishing for compliments, of course. She said to me “That custard, that pizza roll…. I need to know…. how did you do it? So professional! All home made! I cannot believe it!”

I briefly considered perpetuating the illusion that I really am some sort of Super Mother effortlessly producing a plethora of wholesome meals and treats, but decided to bend her ear for fifteen minutes on the joy and excitement of my beloved Thermie.

*sigh*

I love my Thermomix!