baking, equipment

I “Heart” KitchenAid

December 28, 2006

I have my KitchenAid mixer so know I feel like a true pastry chef – sort of … you know what I mean. Mom and Dad (true to their word) would not let me touch the mixer until Christmas Day. When the day arrived they were disappointed that I wouldn’t open the box and let them see it. I did not do it to be a brat. I knew that mixer and its equipment would be a bitch to repack once opened.

When I arrived home I took off my coat and proceeded to dethrone the Hamilton Beach and replace the empty spot with the KitchenAid 600 Professional.

It took me a couple of days to actually use it. I didn’t want to christen it with just anything! Know I had to decide what should be premiere baked good. Cake? Not in the mood. Cookies? So sick of cookies. Bread? Perfect! I made the Basic Old-Fashioned White Bread … not to confused with that Wonderbread crap. I could have made brioche, but I’m feeling lazy. Although that would have be a true test. By the way brioche is not only a delicious bread it rivals Challah in the French Toast department. But I digress.

What a difference a mixer makes. I could not have made bread with my old mixer because the motor was not strong enough and the hook was very different. Even making the gingerbread cookies gave the Hamilton Beach a worrisome workout.

Not a problem for Black Beauty! That little baby kneaded the dough with little effort. I never dirtied my hands.

Besides receiving Black Beauty as a gift I made dinner. Assisted by my Sous Chef (Dad) the menu consisted of Shrimp (prepared by Dad), Rib Steak, Green Beans, Potato Lyonnaise, Dinner Rolls, and the beverage Sweet Tea. Dessert was a pound cake (I did not make that). Very ironic that the only thing I did not make was the dessert.

One holiday down one more to go.

I don’t have any set plans for New Year’s Eve. Being single on that night and Valentine’s Day are the times where I feel I should just wear a sandwich board that reads: LOSER!

My friend invited me out to an event in New Jersey. The only problem is that it I will be the only single chick with two couples (my friend and her boyfriend and another couple). I’ve been in this situation before and it sucks. I have no interest in playing Bridget Jones for New Year’s Eve because I know my Mark Darcy isn’t waiting for me.

Now I have debates with YogaKat and SpanishDancingQueen about being the singleton out on the town with the Smug Marrieds. It just feels wierd. Like you are interrupting their date. No one but single people can understand this. I maintain that the Marrieds totally forget what it’s like to be a Singleton. It’s like their minds are wiped as soon as they get the ring on their finger. They just can’t understand “why you are still alone” or “you just don’t put yourself out there enough” or my personal favorite “you are too picky.” I’m ranting again and I apologize.

There is no way in hell I am going to feign interest in the fireworks in the sky at midnight as couples around me suck face bringing in the new year. I love my friends, but I go will not face the new year feeling depressed and pitied. Who wants that?

And I apologize for the rampant Bridget Jones Diary references.

I rather rock in the new year with Ryan Seacreast. Wait scratch that. That is a moment of misery too. I’d rather bring in the new year with my friends in a crappy dive bar. At least I surrounded by my friends, a fun crowd and cheap beer.

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2 Comments

  • Reply Pam January 3, 2007 at 2:31 pm

    HURRAH ~ Black Beauty is finally yours! Your bread looks lush! Well done!

  • Reply Kitchen_Kitten January 4, 2007 at 5:27 pm

    Thank you!

    I’m so happy that I have it.

    I want to try a heavy cookie dough recipe next.

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