Of Machines and Messes...

Andy picked me up this beauty at this years youth garage sale. Its a little rusty around the edges but it still blends (maybe a little too well). It was missing its bowl and utensils (probably why it was in the garage sale) but Andy put my mother in law on the job of finding utensils, and not a week later she just happened to mention it to an acquaintance who just happened to have an extra bowl, whisk, and mixing arm.

Needless to say I am still getting the hang of actually keeping some of flour in the bowl. Linus was just waking up from his nap when I started to add the flower to a batch of cookies. I picked him up to show him how great my new mixer worked and flipped the switch. We were instantly engulfed it a cloud of powder...when the flour dust finally settled we surveyed the damage, and Linus informed me that I needed to clean up my mess.

Random Postscript: As I was pondering my new mixer I started thinking that there are a couple different kinds of appliance people out there. There are those who use the cheap $10 hand mixer and never realize their counter has been longing for a heavy industrial mixer to whip their baking projects into shape, and there are those who couldn't live without them. Along these divides are the toaster oven, and the toaster people. My people were of the toaster and cheap mixer persuasion...Andy's people love their toaster ovens almost as much as their kitchen aid mixers. I guess my marriage has moved me over to the dark side of kitchen cluttering monstrosities. I gave away the toaster a couple years ago, and our mixer just died. I choose to believe that in this area (like every other area ;) ) I am practicing perfect submission to my husbands authority...in the kitchen???