Dedicated to my KitchenAid Stand Mixer

My love, or rather longing, for a KitchenAid mixer began long, long ago. I couldn't tell you specifically when, but it was single digits. While I have not always wanted to be a cook, I loved to play baker. I would destroy my mother's kitchen during the summer playing baking show. My mom and I would pass the mixers in Foley's or see them on television, and gush over how fantastic they were. The desired color changed from "tiffany" blue, orange and several others, but the desire remained the same. The day I would finally get one, which would be off my wedding registry of course, was talked about with reverent tones. I'm sure within the week after Joe proposed, I thought/said 'I can finally get a KitchenAid'. The day came for Joe and I to register at Macy's, and our last item was the KitchenAid mixer. This is so typical me. My mom and Terry were with us, and it was very ceremonial. I believe my mother and I even teared up. Don't roll your eyes to much, we really had been anticipating this day for a long time. Before this, Joe, or rather I, decided that we wanted a green and brown kitchen. We were not sticking to one green, but several shades. So I, having been born in the wrong era, loved the retro 'milk-shop green' as my mother would call it-KitchenAid calls it Pistachio. Finally my first shower arrived, and one of my last gifts to open was my KitchenAid of course from my sweet, wonderfully dramatic mom. Ohh what bliss. Joe was even excited and we opened it the minute we got back to my house. Unfortunately we discovered a major scratch, and were just able to exchange it over spring break. Well, we finally got to use it on Tuesday. It did not in the least bit disappoint. We made from scratch vanilla cupcakes and buttercream icing, and they turned out perfect, actually. MmmmMmm. If you know me in the slightest bit, you know that cake with buttercream icing is my fifth love-under my God, my man, fam and friends. Sometimes I will take it over the latter three. I look forward to many more uses of my KitchenAid, both successful and unsuccessful. Who knows, maybe I will become a little baker.