My ex-fiance gave me a freaking popcorn machine that's almost as tall as me and on wheels. One of these days I'm going to wheel it out to the trash. It was a brithday gift that he said I could use for parties. Like I'm going to have a party at which I serve homemade popcorn. What am I, twelve?
As if that's not bad enough, last Christmas somebody gave me a machine that bakes dog biscuits. You mix up the batter and pour it into these little compartments shaped like Milkbones. Then you close the lid and then after three hours go by or something (I don't know, I've never used it) you have nine tasty dog biscuits to give to your favorite dog. I don't even have a dog. But I volunteer at an animal shelter and the giver apparently thought baking dog biscuits for them would be a good hobby for me!
Subway ----- Noway ----- can't stand the stuff - the fake sauces, pre-packaged meats, horrible little olives, yuck. I don't get the attraction. Glorified bread rolls with dodgy fillings.
Egg separator (ceramic, shaped like an owl's head for some reason), fairy-floss maker, deep-fryer, popcorn maker, special apple corer/peeler thingy, Geo Foreman grill, and just about any single-purpose electric doo-dad. Also got rid of my pasta machine - for the times I need it, a good rolling pin suffices.
But I couldn't do without my Kitchenaid, microplanes, good knives, good saucepans/frypans, Thermomix, lots of SS mixing bowls, etc., but that's another thread.
