My Bosch is Posch

Sweet story:

As anyone who really knows me knows... I have in the past not thoroughly enjoyed the long hours in the kitchen that are required to attain domestic perfection. Many hours have been spent in the kitchen uttering {under my breath of course} choice words that I am not proud of.

Since I got married I have refused to buy into the kitchen aide trend. I have heard they come in dreamy colors such as Empire Red, Majestic Yellow, Pistachio, Citron, Tangerine and Imperial Grey. No I do not want one. I didn't want one on my wedding gift registry and I didn't want one for any anniversary or birthday or holiday in between. No thanks. The big bulky thin on top get in the way and, to be honest, I have no clue how to work the thing.

I grew up using a Bosch.

So... I was holding out. The only thing I wanted when we graduated from school was a brand new shiny white Bosch. And I was willing to wait 6+ years in order to have what a REALLY wanted. I have burned through 3 hand mixers in the process...

So much to my surprise on Christmas morning I opened my eyes to see that Santa had brought me {ever so secretly and thoughtfully} a brand new Bosch. Of my very own. With cookie paddles.
I was so surprised and it was such a magical morning. I had been secretly saving my own money to buy Derek a new Riffle. He really deserved it this year. He had worked to hard and sacrifices so much for us. I planned and concocted with his parents in order to get the right one {hell0- do I know what riffle to buy? No. that is what father- in -laws are for} and all the while Derek was secretly saving and plotting at the same time to get me my Bosch and Christmas because he thought I deserved it for working hard and sacrificing. It was really such a magical moment in our marriage. How do I explain how that felt? To be at this stage of life- so poor, so tired of school, and then each of us gave our own money and {with help from the parents} were able to get each other something the other always wanted but never expected. It was wonderful.

Now... part II of the story goes like this:
My mother had no clue. She wasn't in on the secret. But for Christmas she sewed her little heart out. My sisters and I all got a fabulous apron of our own and a family cookbook with all the recipes I call her for over and over again. Mine was so special. because I have taken up sewing of late, and even made a new Christmas Apron, mine is made of the very same fabric pattern that my mom used to make her first apron in Home Ec. Green lToile. It's so retro, so cute. And has rick rack too.

So now when I go in the kitchen I am reminded of all the people who love me. Want me to succeed at this stay-at-home-and-be-domestic stuff and I am happy to be there. In the kitchen. TRYING.

There are even times I succeed.

This

+ this

= this

See? Sweet Success.