I always knew I'd own a Kitchen Mixer. My mother owned one, and I have many happy childhood memories baking cookies and brownies and cakes with that mixer. She always said a Kitchen Aid mixer was expensive, but it would last a lifetime, and my 9-year-old self really took that to heart.
When I moved out of my parents' home in 1994 I didn't really have the space or money for a Kitchen Aid mixer, so whenever I baked anything I mixed all the ingredients together by hand. And it stayed that way for 15 years.
Baking was such a pain, but I refused to cheap out and buy a hand mixer. My mom kept telling me she would buy me a Kitchen Aid mixer for Christmas, my birthday, my anniversary, Mother's Day, just pick the occasion. I can't really explain what held me back. I think I was reluctant to spend the money, or I didn't know where we would keep it, or I had convinced myself that I didn't bake enough to justify it.
All I know is, I finally took the bull by the horns and bought my Kitchen Aid mixer last December, and for the life of me I can't imagine why I waited so long. I love, love, love it! (I'd take it to bed with me, but Alfie might look at me funny). It's really a powerhouse of a machine because it takes the blah out of baking, leaving only the fun.
What makes me even happier is that The Pea loves my Kitchen Aid mixer as much as I do. She has really taken to baking with it, and can whip up a mean batch of chocolate chip cookies without my help. I'm looking to making even more happy Kitchen Aid memories with my daughter, just like my own mother did with me!
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