This might sound weird, but: I love my blender. Or food processor? It might be a food processor. I am not an expert at kitchen appliances, I’m just a fan.
What used to require a mortar and pestle and all the upper arm strength in the world can now be accomplished with the flip of a switch and a lot of noise. Press a button, you get hummus, pesto, salted almond butter, sometimes even hot chocolate, just like that.
There was a time that I did not know you could make almond butter with a kitchen appliance. That time was not so long ago.
It is loud, though. Louder than angels bowling (which is what my mom used to tell us was happening during thunderstorms). This is more like angels driving a truck through your kitchen.
My kids aren’t startled by it anymore, but I wouldn’t say they’ve accepted the reality of it, either. I turn it on, the noise of a small tornado comes barreling into the room, and the kids just keep on talking to each other. Of course, no one can hear anything anyone else is saying, so all their conversations turn into a back-and-forth of yelling things, and yelling more things, and then yelling, WHAT? WHAT? WHAT?!