Oh joy. After several years of comments, reminders, suggestions and telekinetic mind control, I got the Christmas present I always wanted. Santa (sorry I mean the Mrs, for those of you cynics who no longer believe a big hairy man with large red balls tries to get down your chimney every year) delivered. A Magimix.
Last night my wife went into the kitchen to make her delicious tuna/potato salad/bulgur wheat lunchtime combo for the working week only to find this in the fridge: