chopped

I’m a sucker for gizmos. Especially for kitchen gizmos. Especially for kitchen gizmos that chop things up into perfectly beautiful, symmetrical chunks, dices, and rounds.

This might have something to do with my youth, when my mother–an artist and a perfectionist–would ask me to cut up the occasional vegetable (red pepper most often comes to mind); then would circle back two/three/four times to correct the size and uniformity of my handiwork. (Come to think of it, isn’t that what the Food Network judges are always harping about?)

These days, an inexpensive tool that gets the job done seems like a good idea.