“Describe something you wanted badly and, once you got it, never used”
My mom is a wizard in the kitchen. I know a lot of people say that about their mothers, but I truly, truly mean it. Most, if not all, of my favourite meals are things that she whips up when the family is all together either at home or at the cottage. Ever since I’ve had my own kitchen, I’ve aspired to have that same mastery and finesse when it comes to preparing wonderful food.
One of the trusted tools that my mom has in her kitchen arsenal is her impressive, large, white KitchenAid mixer. This stands, like a stoic statue, on the island in our family kitchen, carefully reset after every use. It acts as a centre of gravity for the area of the house that acts as a communal place for food, coffee, and conversation over a glass of wine, depending on the time of day.
Since my mom got her mixer, which she has since supplemented with additional fixtures, including a potato slicer that leads to a perfect gratin, I have had the deep intrinsic desire to own a mixer of my own. I didn’t want it simply so that I could make the dishes my mom does, but, I think, to feed a deeper desire of replicating the feelings inspired by our family kitchen.
To my utter delight, when I moved into my first apartment after university, my mom took it upon herself to equip my kitchen. Among the items she carefully selected there was a set of measuring cups, three raspberry mixing bowls, and my very own sky-blue KitchenAid mixer. As soon as I had my hands on it, I made sure it had its own proper place in my kitchen, a point of focus that would draw people’s attention. I planned all the things I would make with it, thinking of all the things I could bake, all the meringues I could whip up, all the potatoes I could slice!
Alas, I’m ashamed to say, my sky-blue mixer has fulfilled its role as a visual attraction much more than that of a mixer. But, there is hope yet!
I now find myself with a bit more time on my hands than before. So, while I’m working on testing out the writing waters, I can also bring my mixer back to life; give it back its purpose, so to speak.
Potato gratin tonight?