Occasionally you get what you pay for...

End of an Era:
Cuisinart food processor blade... purchased with our Cuisinart 15 cup food processor on 11/26/05 - the day after I had had enough, was fυcking done, tipping the scales at 501 pounds, fed up & overfed, and swept our Thanksgiving table clean of all the food on it along with a horrible shitty existence.

We bought this blade along with the food processor to make hummus - as hummus would become my lunch from then forward (as it still is to this very day at 170 pounds). Tonight, while making yep you guessed it - hummus, the cutout inside the blade's spindle gave up the goat. We knew it was coming and ordered a new blade three years ago but it wasn't until this week's batch that it finally died mid-processing.

Rest In Peace food processor blade... you done me well.
332 pounds of weight loss, and even though you began life in Jersey City NJ on November 26th 2005 and left your sharpened body on April 9th 2023 in Las Cruces NM, your service of 909 batches of hummus shall never be forgotten.

Gave up the ghost 😉

Absolutely, I'll shoot it to you tomorrow - just got back from a late night roll and I am whipped... very traditional recipe with slight modifications, taught to me back in the 80's by a Lebanese woman who owned a marvelous restaurant that I used to gig at accompanying belly dancers.

I have no idea why the hell I typed goat... yes, ghost.
Maybe I was trying to not reference Easter, who knows?!

Jesus fυck. That’s awesome commitment.

I hope you didn’t just throw the blade in the trash. It’s part of an amazing journey.

Sorry about the New Jersey part though.

I am curious about what watch you wore then, vs now? I once was able to comfortably wear a modern Blancpain FF in blue (45mm) but after 40lbs of weight loss, it just didn't fit or look right on the wrist.

Thats quite a reduction! Good for you! Guess you got some spare links by now?

That blade shall become the new star atop your Christmas tree, if you celebrate

One of the main reasons I got into watches (and shoes) -- they were the two things that The Fat Man could wear and not feel like a circus freak.

Back then, a Casio solar that my wife modified for me with a Velcro strap that she stitched together so I could feel somewhat "normal".