Scary

Himself wanted to get some new t-shirts. The brand he likes is only available at a shop in Cranbourne. We went. Oh my fricking god. The place was crowded. Masks were worn - under the chin or under the nose. Forget 1.5 metre rule - personal space was non-existent. I bought some undies (they are the one thing I just can't seem to get right with on line shopping; I need to feel the quality and cotton content), he got his t-shirts and we checked out food mixers. Not a great choice so we went to Frankston to the Good Guys. The lass there seemed to know her stuff and I told her about my Sunbeam burning out its motor. She said they aren't any good these days. It was basically between Kenwood and Kitchen Aid.

Ta-daa .... meet Black Beauty

She is a gorgeous thing. Matt black with two bowls and 3 mixing tools. Plus the opportunity to buy 10 extra attachments like pasta makers, mincer, ice cream churner. She is very heavy and will have to live in the kitchen (Sunbeam lived in the laundry due to lack of space and only came out when needed). And why shouldn't she? She's a work of art. A thing of beauty to be admired and cherished.

I told himself that he got his driveway and garage door so I was getting this. 

Amy has a Kitchen Aid. She is an avid and very accomplished baker of cakes and other sweet delights. Three uses it as much and he is more savoury based so I shall be picking his brains. He has already suggested naan using Indian flour, water and ghee. It helps that they live in a suburb with a very high Indian population so they have the shops for the ingredients. I guess I could get ghee in the supermarket, I've never looked. 

This might just be the push I need to get stuck into my kitchen and give it a really good clean and tidy up.

And then I shall bake bread. And biscuits. And cakes.

It will be a very long time before I venture into Cranbourne shopping centre again.