Marriage affords you many wonderful things.
For example, there is the promise that someone is going to love you forever. The whole ’till death do us part’ thing is pretty epic, no? With this in mind, I should probably feel compelled to write a blog post about my husband and how his love and respect is the best thing about getting hitched…. blah blah blah…
My Grandmother gave us a Kitchenaid as a wedding present. You see where I’m coming from, right?!

This beast of a mixer has long been the subject of my elaborate kitchen daydreams…

I picture myself in a large open-plan space, filled with light from the huge windows above the pristine Belfast sink. The kitchen looks out over a generous garden and I can see the children playing as I draw water from the tap. The room is painted a vivid turquoise. The walls are adorned with drawings and paintings, artwork stuck there by the children for all who enter to admire. Spotless worktops are set against the gleaming red glaze of an expertly tiled splash back. The fridge is huge.


Perched atop the central island, around which I glide elegantly as I simultaneously prepare meals, talk to my husband and catch up with the kids, is my beloved cherry red Kitchenaid. I stroke it absent mindedly as I converse with dinner guests, waiting patiently as its large round whisk whips air into egg whites or cream. I position myself next to it as I sip tea from my favourite mug and pour over my favourite recipe books. It helps us through all the high days and holidays, producing lemon cupcakes at Easter and fragrant muffins on Christmas morning. It’s there as I lovingly mix up a batter destined to be baked, iced and then topped with celebration candles. Eventually they’ll be extinguished by the jubilant breaths of one of my children, another year older. 

Alas… I have a poky, dark kitchen with no natural light and limited cupboard space. I don’t glide around a central island, I stumble from one small work surface to another. My Belfast sink isn’t pristine, it’s battered. The floor is rarely mopped and regularly littered with toys. The spout on our kettle is knackered and I don’t own a sieve. Until very recently we mashed potato with a rolling pin.

But I have a cherry red Kitchenaid, and I can bake. That much is true.

Do you lust after this particular piece of kitchenalia? What would your dream kitchen look like? What should I bake next?!

Loveaudrey xxx

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