The day I joined a cult (otherwise known as buying a Thermomix) | IBOT
Anyway, as the title suggests, I have crossed over to the dark side. That's right. I bought a Thermomix. Well, half a Thermomix to be honest. How did I buy only HALF a Thermomix, I hear you say? Well. My sister and I went halves. At the time, we couldn't convince either of our husbands on the necessity of spending over $2000 on a kitchen appliance. However they were more than happy for us to split the cost and share custody of little Thermy (we're still trying to decide on a name, we're waiting for his personality to emerge before we settle on something).
Seeing as we meet up every week at Mum's for family dinner, handover is nice and easy, and we've both got our own mixing bowl set so no need to worry about forgetting an important component when making the exchange.
To be honest, I'm really not sure how this happened. It's all a bit of a blur. It started innocently enough. My sister's old work friend is a Thermomix consultant, and so she decided why not have a demo. When she asked me if I'd like to go I jumped at the chance. A night of eating food cooked by someone else, and making sarcastic remarks about an overpriced kitchen appliance that doesn't even cook the damn cake? I was in!
And then... then... it was like going to a conference or church camp from my youth. I felt warm, loved and embraced. The consultant was so enthusiastic about the appliance. Another of my sister's friends was there, a proud Thermomix owner herself, and their enthusiasm for this bulky white object was infectious. Overwhelming. Whatever it was they were giving these Thermowners I wanted! I was swept away by the thermophoria. I felt like I was 18 again, watching the Home Shopping shows at 3am in the morning after a night of drinking with friends, wanting to buy all the things! It's a very good thing that I was in possession of neither a job or a credit card when I was 18, because those ads are hypnotic and I was convinced for a long time that I really needed an Ab Roller. I'm probably a hypnotist's dream! Definitely a marketer's wet one!
So there I was, caught up in Thermo-fever before the consultant had even spun the dial. And then the food came. First it was Strawberry sorbet. Sorbet that was made so quickly, and was so delicious, that the taste eclipsed my wonder at the way that little machine turned raw sugar into icing sugar like it was nothing.
There was hommus so tasty I think I'm ruined for all other dips. A mushroom risotto so yummy that I didn't even care about the fact that I don't like mushrooms. It tasted so good! The dinner rolls! The custard! It was carbolicous Heaven and I never wanted it to end! Before I knew it I was high on the carbs and booking my own demo. Like all good cultists I couldn't wait to spread the good news and get home to tell Dave about all the wonders I'd seen that night.
Despite my awe and wonder I still wasn't totally convinced that I needed to add another love to my life, and Dave was even less so. Then I had my own demo. Lemon sorbet! Steamed salmon! Chocolate custard! It was all so good, so quick and so easy. Even Dave was starting to come around. What I didn't realise at the time was that I had unwittingly sealed my Thermo-fate that night.
You see, I invited my good friend Kelly to my demo. I had a feeling something like this would be right up her alley, and it was. She was primed and ready to go all in, thanks to accepting a redundancy and finding herself unexpectedly unemployed after 10 years in the same workplace. The thought of becoming a consultant, getting to spend her time doing what she does best, cooking and talking, was too much for her to resist and she became a consultant on the spot.
Dave could see the value in the Thermomix but was still baulking at the price. My sister was trying to convince her husband to go to a demo and see this baby in action for himself. So we dragged him to the alter, and next thing you know he's
Crafty buggers.
Our baby arrived safely last week, weighing way more than I expected, but taking up a smaller amount of bench space than I was anticipating. Dave is fully converted now so don't be surprised to find me coming back here by next year to announce the arrival of a whole Thermomix just for ourselves. It's totally worth it's weight in lemon sorbet, herb & garlic dip and ingredients that I don't have to slice, dice or stir myself. I'm totally besotted. I'm counting down the days till I get my baby back (on Thursday) and madly pinning all the recipes and scouring the recipe community for my next week's worth of thermal cooking adventures.
I've gone over to the dark side.
I just hope I don't live to regret it!
Do you own a Thermomix or other thermal cooking appliance? What do you call yours? Send me all of your favourite recipes please! And if you don't have one, just say the word and I'll send Kelly your way!
P.S. This is not in anyway a sponsored post. Thermomix has given me nothing for writing this (but you know I wouldn't say no, wink, wink!)
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