Going Giddy

Few inanimate objects make me as giddy at my KitchenAid mixer. I coveted it for years. I publicly and frequently swore that if Mr. Starlet and I were to ever become engaged, a KitchenAid mixer would be the first item added to our registry. We did. It was.

But the obsession didn’t end there. Oh no.

When Mr. Starlet and I prepared to buy our first home in Shelby, I critiqued every house we toured with one question in mind:

“Will the color of the kitchen counter tops complement my Empire Red KitchenAid mixer?”

Eventually, we purchased a home with brilliant black granite countertops. Then we sold it. Now my mixer sits on nondescript Corian. My mixer and I are a bit depressed by this.

We’re seeking therapy.

Together.

Today’s session was homemade whipped cream. It’s quite simple, actually.

Two ingredients: whipping cream and sugar.

Add them together. Whip until peaks form. My mixer performed beautifully.

And then I needed an intervention. What to do with all that light and airy whipped cream?

4:30 p.m. is definitely too early for Rocky Road ice cream. We haven’t any cookies in the house. And just when I considered dipping prunes—desperate times do call for desperate measures—my eyes settled upon one of Mr. Starlet’s favorite food groups: Vanilla Wafers.

Add a dollop of cream to the backside of a wafer. Put another wafer on top and voila: Vanilla Wafer Cream Sandwiches. Simple, sweet, and without the guilt of Rocky Road ice cream.

If Mr. Starlet wants to see his Vanilla Wafers, he should hurry home soon. My mixer and I are making great progress…