Kitchen Aid

On Christmas 2005, I received a Kitchen Aid Mixer from my father-in-law.  As many of you know, I love to cook, so this gift was perfect for me.  I used the mixer almost daily to make doughs, batters, and even butter.  There are times when I miss some of the stuff we gave away, sold or left to others.  Living here when everything is from scratch, I often think about all the time saving gadgets I had to help when I lived in an environment where things didn’t take that long to make compared to here.  One of our neighbors, who has served in many countries in Africa, offered me her 1962 Kitchen Aid mixer with attachments.  This might sound silly to some, but to me wow what a wonderful addition to the kitchen.  All breads, rolls, tortillas, cinnamon rolls, bagels, etc… are made from scratch.  As David said to me last night that he never thought I would have a Kitchen Aid mixer in Africa or again, yet the Lord blessed me with one in an unusual way.  Now, I’m excited to make peanut butter with the food grinder attachment, shred cheese with the shredder attachment, slice & shred vegetables with the shredder/slicer attachment, make bread dough with the dough hook, etc… and how much easier it will be than by hand.

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3 Responses to Kitchen Aid

  1. Pop-Pop says:

    So glad you can do what you love. I’m sure all three boys are glad too – they love it when you are in the kitchen, preparing still another feast for their taste buds.

  2. Stephanie says:

    Wow! What a blessing! Such a great gift for a talented chef/baker!

  3. Denise says:

    It reminds me of Grandma Sarah’s…oh the wonderful memories! Love you!

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