When my husband and I were married, I was given a phenomenal kitchenaid mixer as a wedding gift. Sadly, we were beyond broke and lived in a one-room apartment. I think the mixer was bigger than our "kitchen."
I returned my precious, unopened, to the store it had been purchased from and used the money to pay rent.
Since then, we've moved to a much, much larger house (with a proper kitchen even), but I never felt like I could spare the money to get another mixer, even though I lamented its absence every time I dragged my old hand mixer out, or (God forbid) I had to bake something.
This December was the tenth anniversary of the mixer return (and our wedding). For Christmas, my dear friends all chipped in and bought me this:
This piece of counter jewlery makes my whole kitchen sexy. I've never been a great baker, I'm more of a savory cook (I hate all the measuring and science), but having this monster purring away in the corner makes me want to be a better woman, I mean, baker.
Since then I've made:
Chocolate cupckes with pink swiss buttercream frosting
Gingerbread cupcakes with cream cheese frosting
Chocolate cupcakes with cream cheese frosting and a chocolate tuille
I've decided that this year will be the year I get better at baking. I will be patient. I will weigh and measure and I will care if things are at room temperature or not. One of the reasons I decided to start this blog was to chronicle my progress: my successes and inevitable failures.