I Am Developing An Intimate Relationship

...with my KitchenAid stand mixer.

Oh, sure, I've admired it from afar.  I've even gone so far as to caress its white enameled surface and playfully adjust its whisk.  But until tonight, I never really knew just what it could do for me.

Tonight, my lovely new darling mixed:
a batch of gingerbread cake
a batch of coconut macaroons (with parchment paper this time)
a batch of spoon cookies (a jam-filled sandie type cookie - I'm sort of meh about these.  More trouble than they're worth, in my opinion)
a batch of Alton Brown's no-fail sugar cookies (which kind of failed)
a batch of Toll House cookies
a double batch of pumpkin spice cookies
and a partridge in a pear tree

Why all this frenzied baking? 

I made the mistake of telling my daughter that I would be making cookies again this year for her teachers, for Christmas.  I know, I know, teachers are sick of cookies.  That's why I decided to do several different types of cookies, to be a bit different, to change things up a bit from the good, but predictable, chocolate chip or peanut butter.

And then the child informs me that she has ten teachers.  Ten.  TEN! 

That, ladies and jellyspoons, is a butt load of teachers. 

Which equals a butt load of cookies. 

So, with mixed success, none of which was the fault of the mixer, I am now the proud owner, albeit temporarily, of:
30 macaroons
30 spoon cookies
60 chocolate chip cookies
60 sugar cookies (iced, I might add, and with little sprinkley things on them)
32 pieces of gingerbread cake, dusted with icing sugar
60 pumpkin spice cookies, dusted with icing sugar
and that fucking partridge. 

Or maybe I hallucinated the partridge. 

Whatever.

I'm tired.  My feet hurt. My back hurts.  And I'm going to go have a beer and think kind and tender thoughts about my new love.  Tomorrow, my darling, you shall be wiped down with the softest of cloths and allowed to rest.

Until Sunday, when I get to do it all again.

Comments

[Mom on Coffee]

I would seriously be lost without "KAM", thats what I call him. I love him, almost as much as I love Kirby(the vacumm, but oh so much more to me). But I digress. KAM was my Grandmother's, then my mother's, and now mine. He has a lot of history within those attachments. Makes me heart KAM even more.

[Mom on Coffee]

Oops...

All the baking sounds absolutely divine too!! I think I'm almost sugared out already though...

I can't believe I just said that

[Mrs. Chicky]

I made cookies last night and I got so tired of lugging out my stand mixer I just used my trusty old hand mixer. I think the blush is off the rose.

Oh, and those "no fail" sugar cookies. They kind of failed for me too.

[Kate]

Love my Kitchenaid. LOVE it. It has a place of honot right on the counter, so there is no lugging. It's just there. Supportive. Waiting. Ready to create baked goods.

I think it may be my best friend.

[Cape Buffalo]

I love my stand mixer, but I think every kitchenaid needs one of these:
http://flameka.com/pictures.aspx

[Major Bedhead]

Oh, yeah, I totally want one of those flame kits.