|Kitchen Aid stock photo|
Whoo hoo! The bestest Yule gift ever!
At Thanksgiving, I saw my sister-in-law Kathy's Kitchen Aid mixer and fell in love. So, Jaynee, being the wonderful friend/roommate/sister that she is, got me one. Yay, Jaynee! (And I know how expensive they are, so I'm not sure how she managed it on her teeny-tiny budget, but I'm so so so grateful that I'll even let her borrow it.)
I'm naming the mixer Johanna, after my Grandma. As a kid, I spent every Saturday morning with Grandma, baking bread and cinnamon rolls and sometimes, cookies. These are the best of my childhood memories.
I haven't done much baking in the past 15 years. My kitchen is too small to roll out dough without re-arranging everything. Plus, my hands and wrists don't have the strength they used to. (I blame this on my years as a booth cashier in a Vegas casino, slinging coin bags around.) So, it hurts to stir heavy dough.
Not anymore. Johanna and I spent yesterday making Christmas cookies. It was delicious.