How I Fell Out of Love with My Stand Mixer — Love Your Kitchen
I remember the day I opened my KitchenAid mixer: The box was the biggest thing under the Christmas tree that year, and (for once) I had no guesses as to what was inside.
You see, I had come to terms with the fact that I probably wouldn't get the kitchen essential until I got married — to a person I didn't even know existed yet. I figured by the time my wedding came around, some poor soul (probably an aunt on his side) would take pity on me, and somehow know that a stand mixer had been sitting on my heart's registry for more than a decade.
It had always been too expensive and, frankly, too big for my New York City kitchen to handle. Until that Christmas.
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