We celebrated my husband’s birthday a couple of weekends ago and I bought myself a Kitchen Aid mixer so that I could bake him a cake.
How thoughtful huh? Sounds more like I got myself a present for his birthday!
I guess when you are together for more than 2 decades, it doesn’t matter who gets the present.
More importantly is to be happy and quite by default, a happy wife usually means a happy husband.
So the KitchenAid Mixer is like every baker’s dream.
I won’t exactly call myself a baker and I have never really convinced myself that I would need a heavy duty mixer like this, not until recently.
I used to be a believer that one needn’t have to have the best equipment in order to be good at something. It’s like one doesn’t need the best bike to be the best rider, nor the best aerodynamically designed helmet in order to ride fast.
Perhaps I was preparing myself for failure, so that I have a perfect excuse for not being the best.
Or maybe I was worried that I would be like the Ferrari driver who can’t keep to his own lane when the road gets windy.
In the States, a brand new Kitchen Aid mixer costs less than half of the price here and I have to admit that I have been tempted, more than once, by the aesthetic beauty of it.
But the sensible me wouldn’t purchase one in the States due to the difference in the power voltage here.
How smart of the manufacturer to not make them dual voltage, so they could rip us off here.
So during our stay in the States a few years back and then recently, I have been surviving on my less than 20 dollar handheld mixer.
It worked really fine and I was pretty contented.
The Math showed that even if I broke 10 of my handheld ones, it would still cost less than a KitchenAid.
And I doubt that a Kitchen Aid would be 10 times better than my handheld mixer although it cost 10 times more.
Then a couple of weeks ago, I was at a local electronic store and I saw it on display in a medley of colours. I was tempted (again) but I managed to walk away through sheer willpower. You see, the hot pink one was on sale.
A few days later, I decided to bake some cookies with the kids for afternoon snack.
It was then that I realised that my old trusty handheld mixer was sold during the last garage sale.
I rummaged through the pantry and found a manual whisk.
Great, at least I found something to do the job.
So my 4 year old and I spent the afternoon taking turns to whisk the butter and sugar till it was light and fluffy.
Trust me, I never had to work so hard for my afternoon snack.
And while we were working on it, my mind kept going back to that hot pink mixer that was on sale.
It was a battle between want and need, reason and emotion.
And guess who won?
I was back at the store the next morning and I brought home what my heart desired.
I was ecstatic and I realised, based on the number of likes I got on facebook, that I wasn’t the only one who was excited over this new haul.
Now, the all singing, all dancing, hot pink mixer sits glamorously on my kitchen top occupying prime real estate space.
The grime and grease hasn’t got the chance to settle on it yet.
But I am beginning to wonder whether the purchase was impulsive.
Maybe it was but what the heck.
It feels good and this could be happiness.
It took me this long, but I think I have came to the realisation that the journey matters as much, if not more, than the destination.
And being happy means letting your heart triumph over your head (once a while) even if it hurts your pocket.
Henceforth, my journey to becoming a better baker begins, accompanied by my glittering hot pink beauty.