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Missing mom
Sep. 27th, 2024 06:49Zoe got me up at 4:30 and I never went back to sleep. So at 5:30 I had finished my book and got up to make blueberry muffins. I'd left butter and eggs out to warm to room temp, something I hardly ever remember to do ahead of time so it was nice to have them ready.
When I was young (so maybe 60 years ago) mom got a KitchenAid mixer. It was a staple in our kitchen and she used it a lot making gingerbread houses and cakes and with the adapter, grinding meat for hash. Back when she got the mixer they were made by Hobart, the company that makes restaurant and industrial equipment. The ones available now, although in appearance seem to be identical, are no longer made by Hobart. But I'm still using the one Mom had. I doubt it has ever been serviced and I've used it a lot making bread and cakes and blueberry muffins:
They are still cooling some so I've not tasted them but I suspect they will be OK.
The downside of using the KitchenAid is that it brings back mom and catches me off guard. I did manage to back her some bread and sneaked it into her room after she'd been moved to assisted living. It was before we moved away to Texas.
But I channel all her baking energy whenever I bake. One of the things that I decided when I first started baking I would do was that whenever I bake I leave the kitchen cleaner than when I started baking. So I clean as I go and put everything up when I'm done. Especially washing the bowl and paddle and dough hook and wipe off the 60 year old mixer before putting it back in it's cabinet ready for next time.
Yesterday, when walking the dogs one of them, Nanner again, pulled away while I was holding his harness. It twisted the first three fingers on my right hand (needless to say, my Pickleball hand). They are better but look worse:
This is clearly one of those 'I'm getting old' moments. It really hurt last night which might have contributed to my early morning, but feels better now. Looks worse but feels better. I think it is OK but really, I'd have hardly noticed when I as younger. Now it is a thing. I am not pleased.
OK, the muffins have cooled sufficiently. It is 61 outside and I've not even had coffee yet. Time to do some serious porch sitting now that I can enjoy it.
When I was young (so maybe 60 years ago) mom got a KitchenAid mixer. It was a staple in our kitchen and she used it a lot making gingerbread houses and cakes and with the adapter, grinding meat for hash. Back when she got the mixer they were made by Hobart, the company that makes restaurant and industrial equipment. The ones available now, although in appearance seem to be identical, are no longer made by Hobart. But I'm still using the one Mom had. I doubt it has ever been serviced and I've used it a lot making bread and cakes and blueberry muffins:
They are still cooling some so I've not tasted them but I suspect they will be OK.
The downside of using the KitchenAid is that it brings back mom and catches me off guard. I did manage to back her some bread and sneaked it into her room after she'd been moved to assisted living. It was before we moved away to Texas.
But I channel all her baking energy whenever I bake. One of the things that I decided when I first started baking I would do was that whenever I bake I leave the kitchen cleaner than when I started baking. So I clean as I go and put everything up when I'm done. Especially washing the bowl and paddle and dough hook and wipe off the 60 year old mixer before putting it back in it's cabinet ready for next time.
Yesterday, when walking the dogs one of them, Nanner again, pulled away while I was holding his harness. It twisted the first three fingers on my right hand (needless to say, my Pickleball hand). They are better but look worse:
This is clearly one of those 'I'm getting old' moments. It really hurt last night which might have contributed to my early morning, but feels better now. Looks worse but feels better. I think it is OK but really, I'd have hardly noticed when I as younger. Now it is a thing. I am not pleased.
OK, the muffins have cooled sufficiently. It is 61 outside and I've not even had coffee yet. Time to do some serious porch sitting now that I can enjoy it.