Wednesday, October 21, 2009
When I was about ten, I walked into my aunt's stucco and brick craftsman bungalow on Euclid Street.
In her 1960's half apron, she was in the kitchen talking up a storm to my mom and other women visiting that day sitting at the kitchen table.
LaRue (I know!) put some ingredients in the bowl of a large mixer standing by itself on her counter.
She walked away to attend something else while the mixer blended her ingredients in a gleaming stainless bowl.
I was awe-struck and never stopped talking about it.
Almost five years ago my honey said he'd been thinking of what to buy me for Valentines Day.
I don't like red roses & chocolate. (Don't hate me)
We'd worn the fancy dinner thing out....
He wanted to get something (that in my heart) I wanted for a long time, but couldn't justify since I don't consider myself "a cook."
He surprised me by driving to Williams & Sonoma and saying, "You've talked about the KitchenAid mixer for years. Pick out the one that will make your heart happy."
I chose this one.
It the biggest one & it's heavy, but I still smile every time I look at it...and occasionally use it. lol.
Anyone else have a KitchenAid moment?