Greetings! I’m Janice Johnson. Thanks for joining the fun here on Maladjusted Mondays. This series is a collection of scathing exposés in which I rat out my uncooperative appliances. (Thanks to Linda for hosting me!) I originally published these posts on my blog, Joywriting: Everybody Has a Story, where I do occasionally write about something besides my appliances. You can visit me there any time by clicking here.
And now for the ninth post in the series, which first appeared on my blog February 20, 2017.
Kitchen(Aid) Mix-up (The mixer)
After years getting along with just a hand-held mixer for all my baking, I finally bought a Kitchen Aid stand mixer. One great thing about my old Oster stand mixer–it had that turntable thing that lets the bowl spin around so you can scrape down the sides with a spatula while the double beaters do their job off to one side. I’m still getting used to the fixed-position bowl and the wacky single “tilt-a-whirl” beater that pirouettes around, slapping against the ingredients. And as you may know, I’ve become rather suspicious of my appliances anyway.
So when the time came to bake cookies for friends who were coming over, I plugged in the mixer with some anxiety. Creaming the butter and sugars went well, however.
It’s no surprise that I got cocky.
I decided I could crack the eggs into the bowl while the mixer was running…
I did okay with the first egg, but managed to drop half the second one’s shell into the dough. Before I could react, Slappy the Beater had twirled through half a dozen revolutions, shoving ever-smaller pieces of eggshell into the soft dough.
News Flash: There is no way on earth to find all the fragments of eggshell in a bowl of slippery butter-and-sugar mix.
Ever the optimist, Brent said, “You got most of it, though, didn’t you?”
And so I did. This time, before cracking each egg, I cut the motor and propped that beater up out of the way.
The cookies were delicious.
And I am now on guard against Slappy the Beater.
Thanks for reading,