In da Club
Before the Holidays (my birthday included) T requested a Christmas list. Honestly, I thought he was joking. No one has asked me for a Christmas list since I was a child. Jokingly, I created a Pinterest board and added the usual suspects – Frye Boots, Hobo bags, a KitchenAid Mixer. I sent him the link and forgot all about it.
If you’ve been creeping for a while you know that he used this board to trip me up on his engagement plans with earrings from Tiffanys. Dang, he’s good, right?
I’m doing that thing where I tell you all the parts of the story that don’t really matter. Honestly, I can’t believe you’re even still reading.
Basically. I’m in da club. The KitchenAid Mixer Club. I'm like 50 Cent of the kitchen. Maybe this is T's way of saying we can elope? We don't need a registry if we already have the one thing I'd want to use the scanner guy for. Sure, I'm reading into this, but do you blame me?
Here's the deal. With this mixer on the counter I was given this false hope of being Pioneer Woman's urban counterpart. The chicken was dry and the broccoli cheddar soup was.... like eating trees. However, the mashed potatoes were amazing. (Recipe here.)
T was a trooper. He ate it all. Sort of. He tried it, at least.
It may take me a while to build a trusting friendship with my new mixer - but do not fret. I have a lusting relationship with my Frye Boots. I've worn them everyday since Christmas. Everyday.
Hope you have a wonderful Monday. I'll just be over here trying to find more outfits to pair with my boots.