Thursday, May 19, 2011


I think about my grandmom often, but I think of her maybe a tiny bit more fondly every time I pull my Kitchenaid Stand Mixer (yes, proper noun) out of it's cabinet (yes, it has a special cabinet in my kitchen).
Tonight we are having falafel and Moroccan chickpea flat bread with some other yummy accompaniments.
The dough is rising.
Erma would definitely not have been into this particular feast, but she did appreciate my rosemary foccacia (its dough mixed with love in the Kitchenaid).

The mixer was her gift to me at my bridal twelve years ago. Unlike the marriage, the mixer is still going strong.
Thanks, Erm...miss you.

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