Come dinnertime, I need all the help I can get. As I’m corralling the kids, helping with homework, and putting away the piles of stuff (piles!) that materialize every day, getting home-cooked food on the table can feel daunting. Who has time to chop veggies, shred cheese, and make homemade sauces?
Well, actually, I do—thanks to Betty, my food processor. Now, I realize it might sound nuts to name a countertop appliance, but I use my machine to shave my prep time, streamline recipes, and knock out from-scratch meals nearly every evening. And anybody who helps you out that much deserves a name, right?
Whenever a recipe calls for chopping, shredding, grating, slicing, puréeing, or mixing, I call on Betty. If I’m making a soup, stew, sauce, or gratin, I…
