
Today is my birthday. It’s also my mixer’s! She turns a year young; she was given to me on my birthday last year. My friends all chipped in to buy her for me, and after years of baking with a handheld Sunbeam, I finally experienced what it’s like to see ordinary batter transform into magical stuff under her capable beaters.
We’ve been through a lot, my mixer and I. I couldn’t have survived the past year without her machine-humming my cares away, without her transforming the best of myself into gifts for many others. Cookies of every shape and kind, cakes of every flavor and fancy, candied confections and divine desserts. Even mashed potatoes!
My mixer and I thank everyone who have been part of our eventful and interesting lives in the past year—family who partook of our culinary projects, and friends both online and off who have kept up with our adventures in flour and eggs. On our birthday, we wish all of you the kinds of magical stuff we try to bake into each cake and cookie: laughter, and love, and wishes for a delicious life.
Happy birthday to us!
—-EDIT—-
When I got to the office this morning, this was on my door.

And this is what I saw inside:



NO WONDER Pam kept looking into my office by the end of the day yesterday, asking when I’d leave. Thank you Alicia, Eric, Bona and Simeen (oh, Pam too!) for staying late to deck out my office in true Twilight style, and making it look like a thirteen-year-old’s bedroom. I’ve never felt younger! ![]()



























