Grandma's Magic Kitchen Aid Mixer

When we were back in Ohio, we had a conversation about how I hand mixed everything, and that I couldn't even make whip cream if I wanted because I didn't own a beater of any kind. So the family said, "We'll fix that!", and gave us Grandma's Kitchen Aid Mixer.

As I was cleaning it off yesterday, I started to think about all the many many many things she made with this mixer. From cookies, to doughnuts. She made everything! Also, everything that she made was delightful and delicious. I didn't get to taste everything, but I certainly heard about it from family members.

I started to think about he magic that was in this Kitchen Aid. The magic of being able to make beautiful and tasty things for your family. People who you love. The gathering around the table eagerly waiting to take a bite from that freshly made German chocolate cake. How could you beat that kind of magic? I don't know any magician that can top this trick.

While I shined up the sturdy white Kitchen Aid mixer, I secretly hoped that the magic would rub off on me. I'v never made a cake from scratch, and I plan to tackle that very soon. I am however gifted with cookies and non-yeast breads like banana bread. I also am a little afraid of yeast, but I have no idea why. I am sure it's easy enough to work with. So I am hoping the magic will work for me, as it has for so many years for Grandma.