Ladies, if you want to turn your mum into a super generous octopus with a credit card for each tentacles that she is willingly dishing out. . .
Just pop out a grand child.
To think I went through my studies, bought a car and moved out all on my very own without their assistance.
Yet mention you are having her grand child. . here is a sapphire ring, here is some wedgwood, here is a . . .
Mum, stop it! It’s embarrassing. Said me, NEVER!
When it arrived, it was a box in a box in a box moment. Have you ever had one of those moments?
Prior to owning this kitchenaid, mixing baking ingredients was a processes of utilising the washing machine top in the laundry and electric beaters or sitting on the floorboards of my living room with the bowl in my lap. You see, my kitchen doesn’t have power.
(I know right? When we were getting the house re-wired, we were suppose to renovate the kitchen first, but in actuality we ended up doing the opposite, I am glad though)
But don’t let it think it stops me! Oh no it does not.
I mean, it is easily solved by a few extension leads.
Look what I whipped up in the new virginal white kitchenaid.
Not the best photograph – it was 11.30 at night and husb and I were eagerly waiting to hack into it.
It is a chocolate cake. I am doing trial cakes for Audrey’s christening, seeing what I like best.
I have made plenty of cake BK (before kitchenaid) but the fact of the matter is, I have a kid now and sometimes standing there beating egg whites to stiff peaks just isn’t going to happen or creaming butter. . . I shouldn’t use my kid as an excuse, full disclosure, I AVOIDED recipes with egg whites and creaming butter, far too hard on the upper body, particularly right side and I have a short attention span, often forgetting why I am standing there. But now, no excuses.
This is my oven!
Go on laugh, But I tell you what. I haven’t had a failure in it. It is powered from the laundry with an extension lead that I interchange with the iron and the microwave before we moved it.
We moved the microwave to another location which is powered from the living room via a power point and now we share it with the kitchenaid.
The only time I had a <pause> moment was when I got a little ahead of myself and doubled a cookie recipe, not thinking that I only have one baking tray that fits in it and fits 6 cookies. But I made it. It might have been an all day effort, but I made it.
Others, namely our family members, all bitch and moan about our kitchen, but I make it work and it will do for a good while.