My 36-year old Cuisinart died today. I am beyond sad.
This machine, a big DL7 Pro, the biggest Cuisinart made in 1980, has been with me through so many baking and cooking adventures. One summer I cooked, on weekends, for a women’s shelter, and I took the Cuisinart with me as they had no food processor. When we lived in San Francisco for 15 months, the Cuisinart went with us. I truly do not know how to cook without it.
After having a wonderful lunch and catching up with a long-time friend, I came home to make sugar cookies. All the ingredients for the cookies went into the Cuisinart. The motor would hardly turn the blade. When I took it all apart, I found that the area around the spindle had crumbled into fine, gray dust. All of this after the massive recall of blades, which by the way, I had not gotten around to ordering as I wasn’t much concerned. This is my second blade as the first one got pretty dull after about 25 years so I ordered a new one. I’m also on my third bowl as the previous ones have cracked, after years of almost daily use. I use my Cuisinart all the time, and cannot imagine life in the kitchen without it.
So, as you can probably guess, after a short mourning period, I’m on the track to replace this kitchen appliance. Terry and I don’t buy each other Christmas gifts as we have always bought whatever we want. This year, I want a new Cuisinart.