I should have known better. I broke my own rule #5: never go to Williams Sonoma alone (we can discuss rules 1 through 4 another time). Actually I broke #3, too : never take your credit card into a cooking store. Williams Sonoma is, for me, like chocolate chip cookies for others: irresistible and never enough.
I went in looking for a new Y-peeler. That's all I needed. Let's face it, W-S is not dumb; their merchandisers know about people like me, that's why they group all the gadgets together in enticing displays. Reaching for a peeler, I realized I could, instead, get three for only a few dollars more: a straight, a serrated and a julienne peeler in a set, and in bright colours. And only $15. Such a deal. Why shouldn't I treat myself? After all it's a lousy, hot, humid day, a storm is threatening, and I deserved something .
No sooner had my hand closed on the peelers, than my eyes zeroed in on the Dial-a-slice apple gadget -- the one all the foodie magazines have been raving about. I just had to have it (even though I can't remember the last time I made an apple pie and I'm perfectly capable of coring and slicing an apple with a knife). Who wouldn't want a gadget guaranteed to produces two sizes of uniformly sliced apples: 16 thin slices or 8 thick wedges. No kitchen would be complete without one of these. And I might want a pie sometime soon….
By now my hands were full, so I needed a basket. Rule #5: if you break rule #4, NEVER, NEVER pick up a basket. The basket looked a little empty, and I didn't want to embarrass the helpful ladies at the checkout, so I ambled through the store, adding this and that. Nothing extravagant, mind you, just a gadget here , a mix there , a bottle of demi glace, some fleur de sel and herbes de Provence (I was running low on both, so these were actually necessities, not splurges).
Twenty minutes after I entered the store, my basket had a satisfactory heft to it. And then I spotted the food processors. The rest of this story is not for the faint of heart.
No, I did not succumb to temptation and buy a new $200+ machine, but I wanted to. Instead, I assuaged my baser urges with, you guessed it, more gadgets. A new set of (square) biscuit cutters, dulled the pain of resisting the processor, but the shiny, new grill brush actually made me smile. So what if I went in for a $4 peeler and came out with a Visa bill I'll be paying off for months? I was happy.
Now if I just had enough money to buy something to slice, julienne, salt or grill, I'd have it made! But I'm still smiling every time I look at my nice, new grill brush. As soon as the storm passes, I'm ready!