I realized, when I was typing up the recipe for myself that one of the reasons I’ve stopped baking is because of the arthritis in my hands. I decided right then and there that I was going to use some of what is left of the little stimulus check, and get a decent mixer. I want to fill my house with the smell of good things again.
The mixer will be here in about a week. Yes, I know — the move and all that. But I need to do this. It’s part of who I’ve always been, and losing interest in it because it was physically painful was a very sad day.
This last month of baking was good for me, but I wasn’t able to do as much as I had planned on because my hands hurt too much. So I’m going to remedy that!
(I’d had to sell my Oster Kitchen Center when I got divorced in order to put food on the table. I’ve missed that thing ever since, and now, I’m going to have something close to it once again.)
I think it’s perfectly fine that you should have a mixer.
I just got a box from Amazon with the Scrabble dictionary, which I asked Tom to order, and “Japanese Home Cooking,” which I did not. I assume Tom ordered it; maybe Elen, USMC, wants it.