I am a baker. I love to cook. It is one of my passions, and I can say that I am pretty good at it too. I make a mean loaf of Challah and Kickin’ Chickin’ Stew. I still cream the butter and sugar together by hand, I tirelessly whip the egg whites and knead the bread dough with tiny pearls of sweat clinging to my young brow. It can take me an extra 30 minutes to mix up a batch of muffins because my arm weakness requires I take a rest between adding ingredients blueberry and flour; sure, it’s daunting but I do it anyway.
Why have I done it this way for what seems like forever? There has been something missing from my kitchen all these years. That’s why.
Then the desired item found its way into Ammey's kitchen, just to be avoided for a little while. Hmmm?
I know. I deal with things in a strange way, All this excitement, and all the acceptance was overwhelming I guess. My hunny kept asking me “Aren’t you going to use it?!” Like I was crazy. Well I was crazy. I really did not want have to use it.
But after trying it out, Ammey found freedom.
I am proud to say that the love I put into my food still shines through, even when it assisted by [the mystery item]. The best part is my arms are saved, born again. I am free to enjoy what I make now vs being to tired to enjoy it from making it!
So if you'd like to know what the mystery item is, hop on over to Ammey's blog. While there, be sure to read other posts and maybe leave a comment or two.
If you have any tips on helpful, or not so helpful, items out there, please send me your recommendations via email at brass.and.ivory (at) gmail (dot) com.