can we just talk about the kitchen aid?

I was domestic today. Yeah, sometimes I have days like this. Most days no.

It started by having to brutally force 2 fairly heavy bookcases courtesy of IKEA, out of the Versa, up 5 stairs, then down another flight. I assembled each, without too much trouble. I cleaned up and put the tools away, then started taping and painting Rachel's room (while receiving enlightenment here). I put the ladder away and hammered the lid back on the paint can and came upstairs sweaty and slightly injured.

I remembered a tasty banana bread recipe from this girl. I was enjoying a successful/productive day thus far and wanted to treat myself to something yummy. However, this simple act of baking bread was far more complicated and confusing to me than assembling bookcases or measuring and mixing paint. Oh well, I decided to bake.

Struggle is an understatement.

First of all, I really don't know where anything is in my house. I opened and shut every single cupboard/drawer each time I needed a tool (measuring cups and spoons, pan, mixing bowl etc). After all the ingredients were out on the table and organized, I saw this guy hiding behind the cutting board. A shiny new tool. Hmm....

I put everything in the bowl. Being me, I turn the mixer on high. Mistake. After wiping banana flecks off my painted speckled face I scraped the bowl and started again. Eventually everything is mixed and apparently I got the ingredients and thier measurements correct because it looked fine.

After pouring the mix into these little pans I didn't know existed, my banana bread was in the oven and cooking away. I like these mini pans because you can consume half a loaf of goodness in one bite. I'm all about bite size, or even 2 bites size food items. Everyone says they are "cute." I say they are efficient.

Of course I forgot about the bread. Of course. It baked longer than it was supposed to, but I think it tastes ok. I'll let Rachel and Caroline be the judge. They will comment and let you know.

I'm the kind of girl that takes her Visiting Teachees toilet paper. I don't bake cookies. I can help move a couch. Don't ask me to decorate a card. God knows me. I am the ward Emergency Preparedness Leader. Not sure I got what it takes to be Relief Society Prez.

But people can change, right?