Hot Izzy

Friday was an exciting day. I got my new Cuisinart mixer in the mail (I love you UPS man!). She's not pin up girl sexy like Kitty was, but Izzy is still sexy in the brunette with a harvard degree kind of sexy. If I had gotten a bosch I would have had to name her Helga or something equally beefy and German. Can't you just see Helga manhandling the dough? No, Helga would not look pretty on my counter. Izzy though, she's been a lot of fun. I've already made cookies twice and I baked bread yesterday. Se's a powerful, quiet little thing that has a timer on the side, so she knows when to stop mixing. She starts out nice and slow, then works up to speed, so there's no flour flying around. Can you tell I'm impressed? We even got G up there helping with the bread. The mixing guard not only keeps flour dust in, but it keeps little hands out, too.

Just one thing wrong, though. Jared thinks she's hot. Not THAT kind of hot. He thinks our ebay seller is running a scam. The seller has been inconsistent with her emails and the machine was actually mailed from Sears, not the seller. She also didn't want to use paypal, and has no selling record.  Jared called Sears today and tried to explain the situation. It took the service rep a while to understand what Jared was trying to tell her, but they are supposed to have a supervisor call him back. I hope we can get it straightened out.  I really would like to keep her.  I don't think I will be buying anything from untrusted ebay sellers ever again, though.

In other news, G is finally making progress with talking. It was starting to really stress me out that he didn't want to talk to us. But today he was saying da-da-da as we came down the stairs. I felt so bad that Jared had already left for work. I really should try to get up before he leaves. Then later in the morning, he pointed at one of the balls on the floor and said ball-ball-ball until I looked up and paid attention and then he went and got the ball and brought it to me.  Then as I was making cookies, I got him to say ook-hee.  Yay!  I have secretly been worried that he has had ear infections that I didn't pick up on or that something was wrong with his hearing. It never made sense though, because he follows directions just fine. I can tell him something very specific and he will do it. So, I guess we all just learn at our own pace. Either that, or I'm just not worth imitating :)! Maybe I haven't said enough cuss words in front of him- I'm sure he would pick up on that quick!

Suicidal

My Kitchenaid tried to commit suicide today.  I think she heard all my talk of Bosch mixers.  I used to adore Kitty.  She was like a gleaming white statue giving evidence to my skills as a homemaker.  I displayed her proudly on my countertop and my single friends would envy my obvious prowess in the baking arts.  I secretly think that when Jared saw Kitty he knew he had to have me- mad kitchen skills and all.  

She even helped us sell our first home!  Our shark of a real estate agent wanted everything off the counters.  Everything, except Kitty.  "Kitty is a work of art!" she said.  So, she sat on the counter surrounded by fake greenery and enticed would be buyers into a deal.  I know the young woman of the couple that bought our house envisioned herself baking fresh cookies for her new husband with my Kitchenaid.  That couple put an offer on our house the day it was put on the market.   

We tried to sell our house this past spring and our agent wanted me to put her away.  I know she grumbled as she went into the closet.  "Doesn't he know my value?" she thought.  "I am a work of art!"  Our house didn't sell.  Some may say it was a slow market, but Kitty and I know the truth.  A buyer can't envision herself in an empty kitchen.  

The first time I tried to make bread with her was when a little of her glitter shook off.  I was so excited to make bread with her because I had just found out that I could let her do all the kneading.  My mom had always done it by hand and had been an excellent baker.  So I called my stepmom to get her recipe.  Poor Kitty had an awful time with those five loaves.  She sputtered and coughed white smoke.  Try as she might, she just couldn't do it.  The dough seemed to have a life of its own and came up out of the bowl, engulfing the hook and trying to suffocate her.  I saved her just in the nick of time.  When I cleaned her off, she looked at me woefully,"I just don't think I was made for that.  I'm so sorry, I thought it would eat me.  I just couldn't do it."  

Come to find out that the Kitchenaid Classic was NOT made for such things.  Since that moment I have been lusting after a Bosch mixer.  They are not as sexy as Kitty is.  No one will ever mistake the Bosch for a piece of art.  But if I can make yummy fluffy whole wheat bread for our family, it will be worth it, right?  

Kitty never really made it out of the closet after we took our home off the market.  I use her for cookies and things like that, but I don't think she ever really recovered from the dough incident.  Today I thought maybe she could redeem herself.  I used a recommended recipe from works for me wednesday for one loaf of bread.  Things were going well.  Kitty worked really hard at kneading the dough "I think I can, I think I can, I think I can."  She was a little wobbly at the higher speed, so I turned her down and things seemed to be okay.  I then left the kitchen to go get dressed and that's when it happened.  She jumped off the counter and tried to hang herself.  My heart sank when I heard the crash.  NOOOOOoooo!  Oh Kitty, did you really mean to do that?  Her power cord had been ripped right out of the back of her neck.  Such a waste.  I just hope Jared will be able to fix her.  

** Notice the bent plug and extricated cord**