Growing up with a KitchenAid mixer and then receiving one 10 1/2 years ago as a wedding gift makes for a delightfully seamless treasure of mixing memories; I just don't know life without one. This actually makes it hard to tell of it's wonders. It's like air. I'm always using it, but not often do I write about it. Maybe I should, that could be so deep and moving... Wait, am I writing about air or mixers? I'm confused now. Mixers, mixers... My affections run so deep, I feel a poem coming on...
With a whisk for whipping up creams and things
and a paddle for mixing those batters.
A dough hook, with one look will tickle your fancy
as it kneads you attend to what matters.
Cookies, cakes, and breads galore
stocking both pantry and fridge.
Delightfully nibble, never mind your middle
it's healthy with no additives.
Whisking, whirling, mixing, kneading
now children join in on the fun!
Little fingers stay out while it all spins about
or instead of ten you'll only have one.
Despite that lovely bit of original poetry, Kitchen Aid mixers really do, well, aid the kitchen. I'm sorry. I am going to stop. Goodbye for now. Tomorrow will be better, I promise...