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Iron Chef- I am not

When I got married I emphatically announced that under no circumstances did I want to recieve a Kitchenaid (or any other brand for that matter) mixer for a shower or wedding gift. I did not know how to bake, I did not want to learn how to bake, and quite frankly I preferred that people spend their money on more useful gifts.

Fast Forward six years. For some reason, my mother decided that she wanted to give me a KitchenAid Mixer for my birthday this year. I still don't know how to bake and don't really have any desire to learn how to bake. However, since I redid my kitchen last year I have gained an appreciation for the aesthetics of nice looking appliances on my counters (boy that sounds shallow). Besides, ever since the shed incident last year on Greg's birthday*, I have learned never to look a gift horse in the mouth.

So yesterday my mother dropped off the brand new 5 qt black (or do they call it onyx?) KitchenAid Artisan Series Stand Mixer and I placed it on my counter and it looked great. But, I thought, it shouldn't just sit there looking pretty, maybe I can get some use out of it. So today I decided to kill 2 birds with one stone and bake banana bread with the over-ripe bananas I had sitting on the counter. So there I was in my kitchen whipping up banana bread. I had visions of myself on the Iron Chef- wow was I in my element- this baking stuff was easy! I even remembered to pre-heat my oven! I was about to put the banana bread in the oven to bake when I started to smell a seemingly noxious odor emanating from the oven. I opened the oven up and saw what looked like stalactites hanging from the oven racks and stuff all over the bottom of the oven. It didn't take long for me to remember what it was.

*Inserts Wayne and Garth's flashback motions* Last week I had company over for a meal and in my haste to get the kitchen looking perfectly clean, I stuck a plastic container that probably stored something for my salad in the oven which wasn't being used at the time. *Returns to story*

As quickly as you can say "banana bread" I was transformed from the "iron chef" into the "plastic melted all over my oven chef". I guess I learned a few lessons. (1)Don't put plastic containers in the oven- even if it is not being used at the time (2) I shouldn't be so quick to think I am all that- even when I do have the power of a KitchenAid on my side, (3) As bad as I felt when this happened, It was just one more thing to write on this blog:)

*I will only tell the shed story with permission from Greg

Posted by peninah at November 13, 2003 07:00 PM