She finally got it.

Tammy promised me years ago that when we bought a house, she’d learn to cook. (Not that she can’t cook now, it’s just… well… not worth explaining really.)

When we started serious house shopping about six months ago, she got all bedazzled by the latest kitchen envy item, a Kitchen Aid mixer. They’re everywhere! Walmart, Lowes, Kohls, everywhere! And everywhere we went, she would ooh and ahh and tell me that if she only had one of those, she could cook all kinds of great stuff in our new kitchen. When I asked for something more specific than “stuff”, I seldom got a satisfactory answer, but who needs specifics?

Two weeks ago, we finally got our new kitchen. So far, I’ve used the microwave once, and the stove and oven have yet to be turned on. This is nothing against Tammy, though. We are just honestly way too busy. We finally hit the grocery story yesterday (after nearly a month) just to buy the essentials.

This weekend, I gave Tammy her heart’s desire. We brought home a mixer. It’s black, to match our shiny new frig. (I refuse to spell it “fridge” because it’s not a “refridgerator” it’s a refrigerator!) I’ll try to remember to report back to you how this culinary magic machine effects our dining choices.

This brings us to this week’s white board quip, which concerns cake (something the mixer could actually help):

You can’t have cake for breakfast… unless it’s a pancake.
– Jim Gaffigan