First of all, a big, hearty thank-you to Margie for combo birthday-Christmas gift of a brand new stand mixer. It arrived on Friday with its 6 quart bowl and its 575 watts of shear mixing power. New in the box from eBay. Hooray for eBay! Thanks also to mom and dad for offering to help with the same dilemma - only moments after we took Margie up on the offer. I am a lucky, lucky girl. Yes, Margie, Santa will bring you bagels for Christmas.
As soon as the mixer arrived at Jeremiah's office he alerted me. That was unfortunate because it was, like, 10AM on a workday and I was immediately unable to focus on anything but going home and making stuff. Somehow I made it through the day. I wonder if my coworkers could tell that while I was sitting in meetings with them I was mentally preparing a workflow of my weekend. Many of them will benefit from my labors, so I'm sure they'll forgive me.
Yesterday the "Iwantmymommy!Iwantmymommy!Iwantmymommy!" alarm went off at 6AM sharp. And so it was time to commence ta bakin'. First, I had to clean the kitchen from floor to ceiling because it was disgusting. I used an essential oil mix in my mop water of clove, cinnamon and sage and the kitchen immediately smelled like Christmas. Next, the endless parade of holiday music was lined up by the CD player. Finally, I was ready. Since then there's been little else going on here. It's now Sunday and I'm still baking. I can't stop. I'm like a crazy person. My feet hurt. I don't care. If Christmas arrives and I'm still doing this...please send help. I think I have a problem.