He made me look away.
Background: A couple of weeks ago, Sami came home with a $5 mandolin from Aldi. The thing works great and although we had a flurry of thinly sliced carrots, cucumbers and apples in the beginning, once we put it away it didn’t get much use. But we throw a lot of food away around here – he buys too much and it sits too long and them out it goes.
Yesterday, there were 4 zucchinis , 3 tomatoes and a bag of red potatoes that were in jeopardy so I googled up a recipe and came across this recipe from Martha Stewart which just screams out for the mandolin. There must be some deep psychological reason why it didn’t occur to me to use my new food processor with the big ass buttons but now I know better.
Crucial moment: There I was with 5 red potatoes rapidly turning into the most beautiful, the thinnest, the most charming little slices when Sami tried to engage me in a conversation and the next thing you know, my own dear little pinkie also got shaved a little thinner on the outside surface. He made me look away.
Cinematic reference: You don’t mean to tell me that you don’t have the plot and dialogue of Moonstruck committed to memory like I have, do you? Cher is an asshat but I love this movie. I ain’t no freakin’ monument to justice.