The electric juicer hasn’t left the cupboard for over a year. It seemed like a good idea at the time but in reality it is simply a sugar machine. Far better I say to cut out the middle man – the juicer – and simply eat the whole fruit, with peel if possible.
That gives me sugar, nutrients and, importantly, roughage. And that means I don’t have to lurk in a dark corner at the pharmacist buying Proctologist & Gamble’s wonderful Metamucil to mix into my martinis.
No problems there mate.
Like the juicer, most of my electric products stay mainly in the cupboard. the microwave is hidden away in what is posing as a scullery. The Magimix comes out with the full moon.
Instead I’m pounding, shaving or grinding coffee by hand. I simply don’t need another electric gadget apart from, of course, a shiny La Pavoni coffee machine.
And this brings me to this unpowered gadget, my sieve. It’s one of my favourite and entered into the gadget meme over at Posie’s Place.
It’s made from some mystery alloy, is unbranded. All I know is that it is made in Korea and reassuringly industrial in feel.
Most weeks I make some kind of stock mainly from chicken, fish or crustacea. And this is when this simply device comes into it’s own. It lets through what it should. And stops what should not be there.
Actually, I’m lying there. All sorts of fine detritus sneaks through. For a clear consomme style stock I have a second go with a smallish square of muslin or an old sock.
That aside, it’s a little ray of sunshine in my life. Yuk, I can’t believe I’m being this corny. Spring – for I am in the southern hemisphere – must be getting to me.
Gadget fascist: moreof my favourite gadgets
Ready to shave Mr Zimba
Never mind the baking tins this is the bollocks
Thai supper without Stephen Hawking
Weasel poo coffee – as posh as pig’s arseholes
favourite kitchen gadgets