Mom’s Mixer

We are having Thanksgiving with our best friends this year in Houston.  So when my friend asked if I could bring dinner rolls and dessert I said, “No problem, I’d love to!” without even thinking. Then it hit me, “Oh crap, I don’t even have a mixer!”  Naturally I didn’t realize this until AFTER I had agreed to make things that require a mixer, flour sifter, mixing bowls etc.  What was I to do?!  Instead of driving all the way to Dallas (6 hours one way) to retrieve my own mixer from my baby son, I called Dad to see if he had Mom’s here and sure enough, he did.  So I hopped on the Polaris and went over to his house to pick up my mom’s mixer.

Mom has had this mixer for well over 30 years and it was HEAVILY used.  It has faded over the years from a golden yellow to a beat up dull not quite yellow color.  I would say 75% of my memories of Mom took place in the kitchen and most of those had her using this mixer.  That would woman could BAKE!  She was rather well known for it actually and always did it with such joy and love.

 

The Holy Grail.....my mom's mixer

The Holy Grail…..my mom’s mixer

If someone was having a bake sale or event, Mom was one of their first calls.  She made outrageous coffee cakes, pecan rolls and of course her ever famous dinner rolls.  There were also countless batches of cookies, cakes for everything from birthdays to weddings (and she expertly decorated them as well), homemade bread and of course ginger bread houses.  If this mixer were a car, it would have something like 500,000 miles on it and oh the memories it holds.  Every single holiday found Mom and her mixer in the kitchen laughing and baking.

My oldest baking cookies with his Granny

My oldest baking cookies with his Granny

My baby decorating a ginger bread house his Granny made.

My baby decorating a ginger bread house his Granny made.

I wasn’t so sure I could live up to the greatness of Mom’s mixer when I picked it up. To me it’s like the Holy Grail, something you look at with reverence but you aren’t worthy to touch it.  Not only was I going to be using the Holy Grail of mixers, I was also making HER dinner rolls with it.  This recipe is one that she perfected over the years and was always requested as what she bring if attending a function.  These rolls are excellent!  How in the world could I measure up to this task?

I don’t bake much for a reason, I don’t have the patience for it. Oh I do it, I’ve even made these rolls many times over the years with my own mixer, BUT I don’t enjoy having flour strewn everywhere and my mixer knows I’m inadequate so it was okay to screw them up.  Needless to say, it was with feelings of reluctance and intimidation that I set up Mom’s mixer, pulled out her roll recipe and got started.

I added the ingredients (dominantly flour) as I’ve always done and slowly turned the switch on. POOF, flour went everywhere.  EVERYWHERE!!!!!  This finally explained why her kitchen was a train wreck while she baked.  The bowl on her mixer is considerably smaller than mine apparently and doesn’t keep anything in the bowl while mixing.  I burst out laughing as I looked around my kitchen.  It looked like a blizzard hit, just like hers always did.  With that explosion of flour, I realized even my mom had trouble with this mixer. My reluctance melted away and it was with a heart filled with memories, joy and laughter that I finished those rolls.

The aftermath of the flour explosion. It spanned roughly 5 square feet.

The aftermath of the flour explosion. It spanned roughly 5 square feet.

Waiting to see if the rolls would rise.

Waiting to see if the rolls would rise.

I went back to her house this morning and told her of my baking adventures (or rather misadventures) and how her mixer had destroyed my kitchen and she laughed.  SHE LAUGHED!!!  It was the best Thanksgiving gift I could have possibly received. My mom who can no longer speak or move laughed with me today.  Mom’s mixer once again filled her house, and now mine, with joy and laughter and I am so thankful for yet another memory with Mom.

Now I’m going to go enjoy a hot roll slathered in butter made with my momma’s mixer.  Happy Thanksgiving everyone!

Turned out perfect!

Turned out perfect!

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