Don't get me wrong, my inner 12-year-old boy is still alive and well and kicking up a storm, but he lives deeper inside my head, and shares space with the 32-year-old woman. And a monkey of indeterminate age and sex.
Anyway, I reckon I'm an adult for the following reason: not only do I care about small kitchen appliances, I'm making an effort to replace parental hand-me-downs and less-expensive first apartment gifts with impressive, pretty and HOLY CRAP POWERFUL well known name brand doohickeys.
Today, joining my food processor and ice cream maker in my kitchen starting line-up, is this lovely hand mixing fellow, the Kitchenaid Artisan Series Hand Mixer. Look how sleek and sophisticated he is, with his black tuxedo-like outfit. I think he'll fit right in.
Scouting continues for a new stick blender and coffee grinder. Updates to follow in the coming months.
Tuesday, July 04, 2006
How I Know I'm An Adult
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Oh my god. Mr. Kitchen Aid IS hot! You be careful to unplug him before licking his beaters now . . .
Hehheh, you said "beater".
But he is a saucy little number, isn't he? I'd like to draw your attention to those crazy-ass beaters and their lovely safety feature: no middle post! Good because I reckon I'll be less likely to catch my finger or tongue in there (I was a stupid, stupid child, let me tell you), but bad because less posts = less surface for deliciousness to stick to.
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