31 July 2026

Of Cuisinarts and Family

We shipped Pat's beloved 1980's top-of-the-line Cuisinart here to Portugal, because it was an irreplaceable beauty.  Cuisinart has not built them like that for a long time, and Pat was clinging to hers.  But alas, the Cuisinart didn't quite operate properly with the US power converters Gerrit built.  It has a monstrous electric motor, suitable for a cement mixer, and when Pat pulses with it the power surge overloads the converter.  It works okay with regular running, but pulsing must also be supported.

So there were two options: come up with a more surge-tolerant power converter or find a new Cuisinart which runs directly on European power.  The beefier power converter options were a few hundred euros and/or big and noisy, and Pat didn't trust the newer versions of Cuisinart.  She had a good reason for hanging onto her big beauty: Cuisinart didn't come close to making them like that any more and she knew of no alternative.

But Gemini AI to the rescue!  It turns out that the French company Magimix, who actually invented the food processor which inspired the original Cuisinart, still makes big gorgeous professional-quality home food processors to the same specs as Pat's old Cuisinart.  And a new Magimix is actually less than a beefed-up power converter, quieter, and much less work for Gerrit.  It's a no-brainer, and Pat has placed her order to a huge kitchenware supplier in the Netherlands.

We took a trip to Andorra to visit Gerrit's youngest son and his family, from Jul 20 to Jul 27.  We took three days to get there through northern Spain along the Bay of Biscay, three days there, and two days home on the more direct route we took on our visit in Nov 2024.  We'll let the photos do the talking:

View from our hotel room in Jaca, Spain, on the way

In the Catedral de San Pedro in Jaca 
Gilded cathedral

Pipe organ in the cathedral

Lunch in the town of Tremp, Spain: cuttlefish with meatballs, and lamb

Entering the Pyrenees, where Andorra is nestled

We are pleased to report that the Pyrenees are still spectacular

Precipitous cliffs

Gerrit & son Ian. That's Gerrit there on your right.

On the way to lunch

Scene outside our lunch restaurant

Lunch spot: L'Ovella Negra Xiringuito restaurant 

From the chairlift up to the ridge between France and Andorra, near Pic de Creussans

Pat and granddaughter Liberty straddling two countries 

From the pass, looking toward the French side

On the way back down the chairlift

A pensive moment at lunch with Ian, Orson, and Liberty

Happy diners on our last night, at Borda Xixerella restaurant

Massive 1 kg (2.2 lb) steak for Ian and Gerrit. Rubia gallega: best beef ever.

Pat's meatballs & cuttlefish redux (this one was better)

Oona's shrimp and rice

There is one embarrassing incident we should report.  About two hours after we left home we stopped at a gas station and Gerrit discovered to his horror that he had forgotten his keyfob and wallet!  No driver's license, no cash, no credit cards, no Portuguese residence permit, no insurance card.  He had been inadvertently using Pat's keyfob to enable the car the whole time.  After a little hyperventilating, we decided he would go ahead as Willie the Walletless Wonder rather than add four hours to the trip by going home to pick it up.  Pat had cards, Gerrit had pictures on his phone of the important documents, and we gambled that we'd be able to bluff our way through Andorran and Spanish customs.  As luck would have it, we sailed through entry and exit to Andorra, didn't even have to stop, and we did fine with only one set of cards.  Good grief...

We have some maracujá (passion fruit) vines in our back garden, and they are prolific this year.  Slicing the plain-looking fruit reveals an interior which resembles intestines or fish eggs, but wow is it good!

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