Are You KitchenAid Savvy Or Just Plain Basic?
Let’s admit something right here: there are two types of people in every relationship. The savvy and the basic.
I will be the first person to admit that I am, in no way, tech-savvy. My abilities go as far as scheduling a Zoom meeting to switching on Netflix for my kids. I am, in every sense of the word, basic at anything relating to technology. It really drives my nerdy husband bonkers.
Until a few years ago, I hailed in the kitchen as Queen Bee. I owned the shit out of my $29.99 something old-school mixer and frumpy chopper. Those basic essentials are easy for me to comprehend properly and don’t weigh over 20 pounds.
Ok. It takes a couple of minutes longer to get the job done, but it’s BASIC. I like basic. I don’t need all of the bells and whistles while I’m cooking. I want to pretend like I’m a pioneer woman on the fore-front slaving for my family, hours on end, scrapping together a home-cooked meal.
I don’t care if it’s 2021. Let me have my basic.
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Then it happened. My husband screwed up my basic kitchen game. My once kitchen savvy game turned to basic with the purchase of one cast-iron skillet.
I can write one post just on THAT, but to simply summarize: I freaking loathed that thing. Every time I “washed” it (and “wash” is nothing of the term, since soap suds can’t come near it) I swore my wrist was going to break. So, yeah. F that cast-iron. But I digress.
Next, was a KitchenAid mixer. A g-damn mixer that cost about three full trips to the grocery store. I am one of the lucky ones who has a husband that enjoys cooking with the occasional baking, so it was mainly for him.
That 40 pounds of kitchen space(which is fittingly named ‘Sir Mix-A-Lot’) glared at me from the countertop for ONE YEAR. There was some shield around it protecting me from switching it on. I was intimated by its girthy size and ridiculously over-complex usage. We couldn’t be friends yet.
Fast-forward and I’ve used Sir Mix-A-Lot maybe 10 times. I’m just not into the high-complexity of a kitchen item. Or maybe it’s the hype that I’m not all about. I’ve heard about this KitchenAid for so long that now, it’s like I’m immune to the hotness.
For now, the mixer sits atop the fridge collecting dust until my husband pulls him down monthly to use him. We keep a safe distance from one another in fear of heartbreak (me=breaking him) while I remain nostalgic over my lumpy mashed potatoes from my cheapy handheld mixer.
