Our
goats aren't precisely spoiled...they just like things a particular
way. So, when I started giving them apple cores and a carrot in the
morning, they informed me that the food choices were good but the
presentation was way off. "Chop our roots!" Abigail demanded.
Luckily, Mark's mom had just found me a Pampered Chef Chopper
at a yard sale. This is a fun little device that basically does the job
of a food processor, but is hand powered. With carrots, you have to be
careful not to overload the reservoir, but with that caveat aside, a few
pounds of my palm reduced the root to a pile of splinters just the
right size for Artemesia's little mouth.
I suspect there are
better choppers out there for roots since the Pampered Chef Chopper
feels a little flimsy with its all-plastic construction (except for the
cutting blade). But it's definitely making my morning routine easier, so
I'll try to be gentle and will hope it serves us a good long time. "I
don't care how you do it," Abigail chimes in. "Just keep chopping my
roots!"