I was grating some soap for laundry detergent and my food processor broke. I still can’t believe that I make my own laundry detergent, but there you go. It’s got a subtle lavender scent, and is so very eco-friendly. Ahem.

The food processor, in its defense, was very old, and hailing from Hamilton Beach, wasn’t a great device to start with. The power cord managed to strip the insulation off, so the cord was speckled with electrician’s tape. It died in the line of duty; it was its time to go. It was appropriate that the last bit of ungrated soap was sculpted into a soapy tombstone:

The replacement arrived yesterday. It’s, er, a bit more of a machine than its predecessor. And chrome. I am dying to chop things, just because I can. I’ll grate the soap by hand for a while, though. Just in case.