KitchenAid Makes Colorful Mixer Gifts
With a KitchenAid Artisan mixer there's about nothing I can't cook.
Looking back on all my years of family raising I thought I was a fairly fine cook. We made everything from scratch.
Truly, meals came from the kitchen
or from family and friends' kitchens. Eating out was a seldom indulged in occasion - except for Sundays after church. From the time our kids were tots we made a beeline to the donut store after church each week.
Meals at home, though, were farm
raised and farm cooked and the kitchen was my home base. I even began my home cooking career mixing everything by hand, or using a handy big wire whisk. That was the benefit of youth, fresh strong muscles to stir and whip ingredients into cakes, cookies, and sauces.
I got my first Kitchen Aid Artisan mixer
with my earnings from the County Fair. Each blue ribbon paid cash and I added all the winnings together one year and bought myself a tool. From then on there was no stopping me. I set the whip aside, and used the whipper attachment for the lightest fluffiest egg white for souffles and boiled frosting, and whipped cream to top the gingerbread.
Our kitchen cupboard had solid wood slide-out
shelves behind some of the cupboard doors. That's where I kept my KitchenAid. It was on the top slider and so handy because I used it nearly every day.
Because of this mixer I learned to make all types of bread. I had developed a pinched nerve from a fall off a horse and it became easier to knead the dough with the nifty attachment than to stress the muscles.
One favorite memory is when the family arrived home at dinnertime, after a camping trip to the wilderness mountains - all of us, two horses and two dogs. We were quite a party.
A deputy sheriff knocked on our door just as
I put the quick bread in the oven, to go with our homemade canned tomato soup . He said our old car, which we'd left at home, had just been burned up at the top of the mountain pass, in an RV campground.
Now, we were pretty tired cookies and that was a bit of a shock that got through even to our fuzzy minds. We checked outside and sure enough, the 1964 Oldsmobile 442 was missing.
Yep, a teenage hooligan neighbor had gone wild
with our car and drove over signs and campsites and then doused our beloved first car in gas and set it on fire. The mixer was still brand new so I promised everyone a fluffy orange sponge cake for Sunday dinner the next day, and decorated it with a car I painted in food coloring on the white boiled frosting my mom had taught me to make.
Some other hooligan also stole the mixer when
I was unloading my car after a move into an apartment. It nearly brought tears to my eyes, for all the fond memories that were associated with the delicacies I prepared using that favorite kitchen tool.
A KitchenAid Artisan is a masterful kitchen mixer any cook will treasure. Just keep the hooligans out of the kitchen.
The beater blade is a master at mixing, cleaning the bowl as you go along.
This colorful scraper will help you empty the bowl in style, not losing a speck of the batter.
My mixer was stolen before I got the ice cream maker, but it's a family favorite for soothing desserts.