Ohh Kitchen Aid mixers are the best.
I want to bake something right now!
Teppy - what color did you get?
White, because the white 275-watt mixer was $199, which is what we had. The colored ones cost more (but they are also higher wattage -- 300 watts -- which I assume is the real reason for the higher price). If the prices were the same, I would have lobbied hard for a red one.
The Boy just yelled from the other room that I should say we bought the VANILLA mixer.
Steph, where is your brother in Vermont?
The restaurant is in Waterbury -- called The Alchemist Pub & Brewery. In case SLNRLBF is anywhere near there, he should definitely go eat there and have their beer. It's very very good (both the food and the beer), as a handful of Buffistas (Nora & Tom, Trudy, megan walker) can attest. He and his wife live in Northfield. Waterbury is maybe 10-15 minutes west of Montpelier, and Northfield is about 10 minutes south of Montpelier.
Not literally. That would break the mixer.
Unlikely. The fuckers are cast iron -- they can defend themselves.
{{Laga}} I'm so sorry your family is going through this. I hope your sister pays attention, even if she doesn't act on it now.
I have the serious KitchenAid envy. I've got a FauxAid, which is better than a hand held, but not by much. I want a red one, even if it doesn't match my kitchen.
I'm so classically Virgo in that way—the cool exterior that masks a really sensual, earthy inner self, but no one believes me when I say that and I don't let the inner self fully out except with someone very trusted. Or to lesser degrees, in my adult writing, my cooking, or on occasion, my clothes.
Barb, I suppose it must be because of how much time here is spent talking about writing, cooking, and clothing, but I've always assumed passionate and sensual about you. Then again, passionate is a default assumption I make about authors. I figure a writer without passion is like dessert without chocolate: can happen, but not very interesting.
Hugs to all Bitches who want them. Warm fuzzy thoughts to the rest of you, anyway. Also, Harvey-purrs.
Well, SLNRLBF will be in the area later in the week and plans to stop in.
Silly joke time. I tell these at the group homes every few months, and just learned a new one to add, so I'm typing them here to prevent forgetting.
What do you call a cow with a twitch?
Beef jerky.
What do you call a cow with two legs?
Lean beef.
What do you call a cow with no legs?
Ground beef.
What do you call a dog with no legs?
Doesn't matter, he won't come anyway.
Well, SLNRLBF will be in the area later in the week and plans to stop in.
He won't regret it. If he's a beer drinker, he'll be in heaven. And my (admittedly biased) opinion is that the food kicks ass. It's a few rungs above "bar food," and really well done.
Barb, I suppose it must be because of how much time here is spent talking about writing, cooking, and clothing, but I've always assumed passionate and sensual about you.
I think this is why I like online so much—the impression that people get of me before they meet me is so much closer to who I really am, versus meeting me for the first time in RL. Part of that is because in RL I can be very shy and withdrawn.
I think that's the same way for me Barb. There's a level of.. safeness.. to being online and being more fully myself.
