When my mom was here last, she offered me her hand mixer. That thing is older than I am, and that’s saying something. It’s also all chrome retro-future rocket shaped. Just looking at it made me taste seven minute frosting, which is what I usually got to lick off those beaters as a wee thing. She warned me that the beaters only sort of stay in, but I couldn’t resist it. I donated my hand mixer (which was a wedding gift, so I’ve had it a long time, but it was pedestrian plastic and purely utilitarian, although it had a ton of attachments, unlike what my mom offered me, but then again I only ever use the beaters) to goodwill without another thought.

Today I pulled it out and used it for the first time. It was gorgeous and cool and the banana bread I made with it is utterly delicious.

I know full well that life is not about things. But this particular thing? This mixer with all this history handed to me by my mom? Pretty cool right now.

Comments

Jason Meserve
Tue 10th May 2011 at 8:15 am

When something has that much love and memory connect to it, it becomes far more than a simple material object, something to be cherished for a very long time.
I bet that banana bread tasted even better than usual. :-)

Tue 10th May 2011 at 8:07 pm

You are so beautiful

Elaine
Wed 11th May 2011 at 12:17 pm

(I have invented 51 daylights)

I have a Braun mixer that I really like, but I also have a big, heavy KitchenAid. Even though it’s purple and hers was white, it feels like having a part of my mom’s kitchen here with me.

Sat 21st May 2011 at 6:27 pm

I’m giving two points to Kurt, because he answered first, though the spam filter caught his comment. But I’m also giving one to Elaine because yay 51 daylights.

And yes, Jason, the banana bread was better than normal!

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