I'm officially domesticated
Last night I bought a KitchenAid stand mixer. I've been wanting one for several years, but could never really justify spending $300 on a glorified mixer.
...enter Crystal's Deadly Triple Chocolate Chip Cookies. The first batch we made produced some interesting sounds out of my Wal-Mart special hand mixer. But it survived, and lived to beat another batter. Unfortunately.. a week later we made a triple batch.
Despite frequent cooling-down periods, the poor mixer started to sound worse and worse, with that nice "um.. that's bad.." smell of warm plastic and ozone that signifies a pending release of magic blue smoke. But the mixer survived, barely. It's probably okay for light mixing, but I'd prefer Crystal to not get a handful of burning plastic when she bakes her next creation...
Crystal's taken up the challenge to try and (legitimately) kill the new mixer. Meanwhile, I'm content to sit back and eat the spoils of war.
It's sad; the first thing everyone's said when informed of this purchase was.. What color?
It's Blue Willow, if you must know.