Here we are, at the end of the third day of my "bake break" and I'm realizing that the constant presence of my boysenberry KitchenAid mixer makes my task all the more difficult.
Saturday afternoon I went up into the mountains with a big group from church for our third annual camping trip. Being far away from the city and sleeping on the ground doesn't allow for items as excessive as KitchenAid mixers. Thankfully, the expectation of baked goods could be met by the homemade graham crackers my friend, Joy, and I made before I unplugged the KitchenAid. And, unlike my family, who rarely gets to experience the fruits of my labor and insisted upon a real dessert made while camping, I was blown away by the support, and even excitement that met me as I explained to my community that I wouldn't be baking for the next 10 days. But, I knew that the lack of electricity and forced relaxation could only last until Sunday, and so I had to take more extreme measures.
Anyone who has known me for any small piece of time knows that I have a minor obsession with my purple KitchenAid mixer. I went the first 23 years of my life without one and, let me tell you, those were the dark days. Since finally receiving one for my 23rd birthday, the poor thing has not had a break and now looks, um, well-loved. So, as I prepare to housesit for the next 10 days or so, I have also decided to leave my KitchenAid at home. I know it doesn't seem like a big deal, but for someone who has such an emotional attachment to an appliance, leaving it behind feels significant. I think the time apart will be good for the both of us (yes, me and the mixer).