There’s just something about a Kitchen Aid. The solid rightness of it. It’s just damn sexy.

Years ago, I put a Kitchen Aid (in cobalt blue, of course) on my Amazon list, thinking that maybe someday I’d get it for a present. This year, my husband’s dad and step mom got it for me. And I just want to mix everything in sight now. I want to feel the sleek cool exterior beneath my hands. The sound of the motor as it mixes is like a purr from a beloved cat. I don’t worry about breaking it as I’m removing the whip attachment from its base. This thing is solid as a tree.

I’m always amazed when I find a product that seems to defy the notion of replaceability/disposability. I’m sickened by the fact that most manufacturers consciously practice a lack of commitment to making products that last. Mostly because it is more profitable NOT to.

Now, excuse me. I’m going to go into fits of delight whilst mixing SOMETHING in my Kitchen Aid. Probably something chocolate. And pondering just what kind of world I would live in if everything were made like my new mixer.

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