I used to work with a fellow foodie. He was somewhat obsessive when it came to certain ideas. One day he decided that he liked eating duck so much he was going to surprise his wife by starting to shoot his own, and had visions of her pleased look at him having filled her refrigerator with fresh duck. As fall hunting season approached, he got everything written he could lay his hands on about guns and duck hunting. He studied every lunch hour and became an office authority on shotguns - if anyone was interested. He finally went to a large sporting goods store to buy his gun. He tried half a dozen at their indoor range but couldn't make up his mind. He went back the following week and after an agonizing decision, he bought a very nice shotgun with case and all the accessories. The following weekend he purchased his camo-gear and hunting license. By the time he got everything together, he headed out early one morning, full of enthusiasm, only to return early that afternoon with a ticket and heavy fine for duck hunting after the season had closed. He hid the gun and all of the gear from his wife, determined to try it again next year.
That spring while his wife was cleaning and preparing for a garage sale, she discovered his gun and equipment. She had never recalled him ever using them, so thinking they were no longer needed, sold everything at her garage sale for less than a fourth of what he had paid for them, and used the money to buy herself a couple of spring outfits.
With that event in mind, I went shopping for a food processor. Knowing that I wasn't going to be grinding a hand full of rocks into sand, or chipping 3" branches into mulch, or whipping 2 cups of cold honey into a froth, I spent about 45 seconds scanning the store shelf, comparing a few features among name brand units, made my purchase and haven't regretted it since. Some things just don't deserve an extraordinary amount of effort.
