December 21, 2005

Next year I'm buying them

Tonight I set out to prepare the gingerbread cookie dough to make the cookies that Son wants. As usual, I follow the directions to the letter and have no problems, until it came time to mix the dry (flour mix) and the wet (molasses, brown sugar, butter).

I had to to switch out with Husband, as it was my turn to bathe Daughter (and she'd messed her pants, so Husband was only too glad to turn a hand at cookies), so I told him:

"Just finish mixing this up, wrap it in Saran Wrap and put it in the fridge. Thank you."

Five minutes later the house reeked of that scent common to electrical shorts...he'd burned out the motor in my hand mixer. I'm not even mad. I still have that big KitchenAid mixer, I just have to dig it out of the pantry. And it doesn't hurt that I have to go into le Ville de Steuben tomorrow; I can just pick up another hand held mixer at KMart or something.

But I'm saying it here and now, if Son wants gingerbread men next year, he's getting store bought!