Okay, so I’ve come clean in the past regarding my kitchen gadget fetish.
I’ve been pretty good, over the past couple of years, about cheating (the don’t-touch-me-I’m-baking kind of cheating, not the nasty-American-Pie kind of cheating) on my husband with Kitchen Aid appliances.
Yesterday, however, I suffered a major set back.
Behold the supreme awesomeness of my birthday/anniversary/Christmas present from my Nan.
I’m getting hot an bothered, just looking at it.
Now, it does mean that I’ll be giving up this little gem.
Somehow, I think I’ll survive.