Rowan's Journal

I want one too. So badly I can't resist playing with them and petting them when I see them in the store. I am more than ready to own one, but Bill, who seldom asks for anything specific, wants to wait until the wedding and put it on the registry. Now, he knows it's a big ticket item and that it's unlikely that anyone will get it for us, and if they don't, then that's fine - we'll get it ourselves. But we have so much household equipment that came with one or the other of us already that the fact he wants the mixer to be unequivocally 'ours' (and ours as a wedding present, no less!) strikes me as....rather sweet, really.

I remember my grandmother's old mixer (and if it's not a Kitchen-Aid then my memory is playing tricks on me), and the fond stories she told of it being an anniversary present. My mother's mixer was a wedding present. I guess it's fitting, since they are so intimately involved in the nourishment of the family on a practical level, and are one of the few kitchen gadgets that really are likely to last a lifetime of the recipients :)

Geez, listen to me - waxing rhapsodic over a mixer. Yeah. I'm smitten :)

Ouch! What unfortunate timing! Is it electric, or gas - I don't remember?

I keep saying that one of these days I'm going to replace my standard microwave with a convection oven. Or get a toaster oven. Or both.

So far, none of the above have materialized - I wish I had a spare oven to send you though :(