Wednesday, January 24, 2007

The mixer

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.


FunkyPlaid said...

How could you possibly be a better woman?

And those chocolate cupcakes were OFF THE CHAIN. I brought the leftovers to another massive home-made cooking party, and guess what the most-talked about dessert was?

Juliet, Satan's Consort said...

Isn't a tuile a cookie? (guffaw)
Seriously, I think it is. :/

Rebecca said...

No, you're totally right. Tuiles are cookies and these weren't. I just don't know what they're called yet!