This week has been one filled with adjustments for me. As I tried to shake off the last of my jet-lag, this sudden chill in the air has left me a lot more interested in hiding under multiple blankets than actually creating a bento with any visual appeal. Lazy girl bentos do not interesting postings make, so I think I am going to focus on something else tonight: my KitchenAid mixer.
Those of you who know me in real life know that my sister got engaged around this time last year. As her Maid of Honor / Wolf Master General (don’t ask, just be jealous) the only real advice I could give her was the following – “There are two things every couple should have on their registry: a KitchenAid mixer and Correlle dishes.” While I think that the wonder of Correlle dishes speak for themselves, the KitchenAid mixer has always had this sexy allure for me. And for some strange reason, I have always promised myself that no matter what, I would finally be able to convince someone to buy one for me when/if I ever got married. In fact, 6+ years of dating The Boy and I will still snarkily tell people “Well, sure, we are going to get married someday. I need that mixer dammit!”
Yes, yes, I know that I could have bought this mixer for myself like tens of times over now that I am an adult with my own money. To be completely honest, at first it was a space issue in my tiny old apartment, and after that, i guess other things got in the way. Regardless though, every time I went to my mother’s she would find me sniffing around her mixer. I would express my interest with ever-so-subtle comments like “Not for nothing ma, but when was the last time you even used this thing?” or “You know, I’ve often heard that if you love something you should set it free…besides, I bet this hussy of a can opener isn’t very good company for him anyway.”
Well finally the kitchen gods have heard my incessant whining because my dear angel of a mother caved. As I write this, my very own Empire Red KitchenAid mixer is resting peacefully in my kitchen cabinet, cuddling up next to my immersion blender and rice cooker. This weekend, I bake with a new sense of purpose.
So, I only have one question for whoever is still reading this trash: Who’s ready for meringue BITCHES?!