Now Christmas is not my favorite holiday, never has been. Okay, maybe from the ages 3-8 or so but I grew up on the poor side of things, so once the magic of Santa wore off, I knew there were more exciting things in life.
Christmas lights are pretty cool and though I’ve never actually made a gingerbread house, I long to. Christmas music, on the other hand, is one of the most horrible things ever created. (In my personal opinion).
When I was old enough to have a job, I felt obligated to buy everyone presents. Which always became a frantic period of “how many paychecks ’til Christmas?” (I can only imagine how my parents felt playing that game with 4 children.)
Last year, I gave up. It was a combination of no money and too much stress and I didn’t buy anything for anyone. I warned everyone ahead of time and Christmas was actually pretty nice. I can’t remember if I got anything, but I didn’t want anything, so it was fine. Christmas was family and food and I finally completely enjoyed it for the first time in my adult life.
This year was different. I had a decent job and a boyfriend. I had decided on Keith’s Christmas present sometime in July, it was just a matter of finding the best one. My siblings and I had decided to not exchange gifts, so that narrowed it down to buying something for Keith, something for my mom and something for my step-dad.
I wanted to get Keith a homebrew kit. After months of consideration and entirely too much research, I got Keith a Mr. Beer kit. Maybe not the best one out there, but certainly the simplest and that was my second requirement.
For my mom, I got her a cover for her Kitchenaid. Kinda lame, but it was something she wanted without even knowing it, so she liked it.
I split the cost of the cover with my brother who grabbed a season of LOST for my step-dad.
Bam, bam, bam, done.
Weeks ago, Keith and I went out and bought a Wii. He paid, and after getting in the car, said “Merry Christmas!” I said “Okay!” And figured that was that.
I came home from work on Christmas Eve to a stack of presents near the tree. Keith had the day off work and wrapped his mom’s and stepdad’s presents. So I pretty much ignored the presents, since I assumed they all belonged to others.
I was planning on making lemon meringue pies for Christmas and decided to sit down for a bit before starting them. Out of nowhere Keith says, “One of those is for you…” “Nuh uh.” “Yea and you have to open it now.” “No way, you did not get me another present.” We went back and forth a few times before he finally convinced me to open it.
And inside was this beauty.
A 6 quart, Professional Series Kitchenaid. It is a thing of beauty. I had talked and talked and talked about the mixer and jokingly probably a dozen times told him he could buy me one but I really never expected him to. For a brief moment I did think he might, but then after the Wii thing I figured not. And I was totally fine with that because HELLO!
He didn’t really want me to open it until Christmas but figured it would be pretty mean to let me bake two lemon meringue pies while a gorgeous workhorse of a mixer sat on the floor.
So far I have used it to make two lemon meringue pies, a meatloaf, and a loaf of challah.
Even though I’ve never seen Star Wars, I think my mixer looks like a Storm Trooper and thusly has been named Stormy. She’s a beauty and I’m excited for all the beautiful things we will make together.