As a reward for 30 years
hard time service, E got his choice of generic corporate gifts. Because he wouldn’t decide, I got to pick. We settled on a mixer, a red Hamilton Beach.
It turned out to be quite useful for the annual post-Thanksgiving cookie marathon, once I got the hang of it.
At first I didn’t like the mixer. It wasn’t like the old Mixmaster we had at home. The bowl locks into place and it’s impossible to get a spatula between the bowl and the beater to scrape the sides of the bowl. The spinning of the beater threw out flour everywhere if I didn’t use the splash guard.
The biggest problem I had was it didn’t seem to blend all the ingredients. Then E showed me the trick: high speed. The darned thing is designed to work at high speeds. Once I cranked up the speed, it did a great job of mixing all the ingredients.
I spent the weekend kvetching about the new mixer until I got the hang of it. I’m still not sure that I like it, but I have to admit that it did a better job of blending than just using the hand mixer would have.