I got a KitchenAid Stand Mixer.
Oh my God. I mix things just to watch them mix.
It’s like a Spirograph that makes food.
Last week I made brownies — you know, the cheating kind from a box. I’d had that box on the shelf for months, thinking man, I should make those brownies sometime. And so last week, I took the box, read the back, and fixed them up. The brownies began to rise in the oven. What? Better actually read the box. Oh, it was Devil’s Food Cake mix. I didn’t even care, man, because I got to mix it. I ended up eating about 1/10th of that cake before it went bad, but for me, the fun was in the journey, not the product.
Tonight I made brownies again, reading the box carefully this time, and damn, they turned out like Devil’s Food Cake anyway.
Because I overmixed them.
Again, I didn’t even care, because I got to mix it, and I knew it was gonna happen. I was sitting there staring at the orbital motion of the mixer thinking: man, I know this is gonna ruin the mix, but look at that beautiful son of a bitch move. I’ll probably take them to work and make Michael eat them, cause even though it tastes good, I’m not eating a 12×9 sheet of cakebrownie hybrid myself.
Gonna make a cheesecake this week. I don’t know how I’m going to turn that one into Devil’s Food Cake, but I am sure as hell not gonna hold back on the mixing.
Tags: General Thoughts by Tony
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