There are so many conveniences the Jetsons had that I could really
use today. Jane Jetson had this thing that came down from the
ceiling, encased her head and presto! New hairdo! I hate doing my hair.
My bathroom has all kinds of gizmos with one purpose; to make my hair
look cute. You can’t imagine the work that goes into that.
Flat irons, blow driers, round brushes, the Denman Brush, which is a plastic brush that grips the hair, pulling it taut, while I beam my Elcim blow drier at it. I blast it with the highest heat you can find on the market. God forbid there’s a hint of moisture in the air. My hair goes back to Israel before you can say Jiminy Cricket.
The conundrum of my hair is only surpassed by the puzzle of what to serve at the end of the day. The Jetsons had what really amounted to a microwave oven and TV dinners. I wouldn’t serve that even if I could. This free-floating dilemma had me open my eyes one morning with what I thought would be the solution: A Slow Cooker! Yes!