My 16-year-old hand-held mixer has gone lame. It has one foot in the grave…err, one beater in the trash. This mixer has helped me create every brownie, every waffle, every cake, since my junior year in college. One side of the mixer isn’t working, and the other is making strange whirring noises and smelling of smoke. It was always my “for now” mixer. I can’t even tell the manufacturer, as the name wore away years ago. Sunbeam Oster? Hamilton Beach?
I know I need to replace it. But I’m not ready for The Kitchen Aid.
I made my last batch of Moosewood Brownies today (with espresso! yum!) with my old friend, the one beater struggling, the slight smell of smoke, the familiar feel in my hand. Tomorrow, I begin to fathom purchasing another “for now” hand mixer. I wish I weren’t so sentimental sometimes!