Ode to my Kitchen Aid Mixer

Just because I’m a total dork. :) You can read the real poem here.

An Ode to my Kitchen Aid:

How do I love thee?

Let me count the ways.

I love thee for thy depth and width and height.

For thy power and might.

To handle nine cups of flour at one time,

Though thy are rated only to four.

No longer must I use a corded drill 

To blend my Christmas cookies.

I love thee for thy attachments.

I love thee for meat grinding.

I love thee for pasta rolling.

Never have I seen pasta sheets so flat 

So smooth.

Oh my Kitchen Aid, 

I love thee for thy unending devotion 

To my desert obsession.

Never shall I part from you

No other mixer could ever do.