Mr. T and I were looking at electrical kitchen gadgets yesterday, as our mixer has died a crackly, fiery death. Now usually I scorn specific gadgets as complete money wasters, not useful for anyone who can cook (“Omelette maker? It’s called a pan.” “Fairy floss maker? ARE THEY INSANE? Can you not shove sugar down your child’s throat without the purchase of a fairy floss maker?” “Hot dog maker? HOT DOG MAKER? Do these people not have a POT and a STOVE?” … I’m sure you get the idea. And man, how often do I use rhetorical questions?) and this outing was no exception. However. I was looking around, and completely randomly, found a waffle maker. Which makes waffles in the shape of PENGUINS.
Me: “Penguins! Penguin waffles!”
Mr. T: “What? Oh. Yeah.”
Me: “You don’t understand. This will be mine.”
Mr. T: “What? Why? You don’t even EAT breakfast.”
Me: “I totally would if it were shaped like a PENGUIN!”
Mr. T: “Yeah, whatever. Now go look at mixers. Which is why we are in this store, which is slowly sucking my will to live.”
Me: “OK. Just let me get this penguin-maker.”
Mr. T: “What? NO. You will never make a waffle if you buy that. It will live in the cupboard forever.”
Me: “As God as my witness, I’ll never go hungry again! There will be penguins on every plate!”
Mr. T: “That is a complete waste of money. Walk away from the waffle thing.”
Me: “Penguins! Penguins! Penguins!”
Mr. T: “You are NOT. BUYING. THAT.”
Mmmm. Penguins go well with ice cream. Must be because of their Antarctic upbringing.