Song Of The Post — Boys ll Men – Its So Hard To Say Goodbye To Yesterday

 

Have you ever let go of something?  Something you felt would be of better use elsewhere.

 Do you find yourself really, really missing that something?

Did you name it?

Guilty… 

I gave away my 4 1/2 Quart Kitchenaid a couple of weeks ago. Helga was her name. I bought Helga in 2004 on sale for $99. I was ecstatic to purchase a stand mixer because – Gosh darn it, I was going to bake!

 Except, I didn’t….

 Not for a while, anyway.

 Kind of a long while…

 Helga stood on my counter for a year and a half, unused…

 Till…

 Till I did…

 Till I baked my first cake; and fell in love. Fell deep, deep in love…

 Helga deserves most, if not all the credit. She was sort of my matchmaker. She consistently nudged me. Nudged me into merging simple ingredients that turned to yummy cakes, cookies, mousses, or breads. I loved her. I loved every moment I spent with her – And she damn well loved me back.

 I demanded so much of her. So much so, I purchased another mixer. A 5-Quart, also on sale; but I didn’t really love this new mixer. In fact, she often went unseen and unused. Helga was my prized possession, and only she shared the coveted spot on my kitchen counter. 

 Time went on, and as I baked larger batches Helga developed a sort of whirring noise. My Helga was getting old. One day this past May, I brought down the 5-Quart mixer. I was baking 6 cakes for some friends, so I needed the back up help. Helga pulled her share, and then some. However, I knew it was only a matter of time, you know? So I did what I believed the most logical step, I named the 5 Quart mixer Ursula and gave her a spot on my kitchen counter next to Helga.

 For a while I used both mixers back and forth, until one afternoon, my mom called. She tells me she is done with baking – Done!  And hey, would I like to have her 5-Quart mixer?  The mixer she has used maybe, 10 times.

It was brand spankin’ new… Of course, I would – What kind of crazy question is that? I immediately said, Hell yea!

There was a catch, though… There is always a catch… To become the proud new owner of her 5-Quart mixer, I had to send my Helga to a cousin in Dominican Republic.

A distant cousin, too!

*Sigh*

This cousin really, really wants to bake – And well, a stand mixer in Dominican Republic isn’t easy to come by.  That just tugged at my heartstrings. I mean, this girl wants to bake! I said, OK… However, my new mixer happiness was short lived. I had to let go of my beloved Helga…

A couple of weeks later I picked up my new mixer still in the box and a set of rockin’ mixing bowls. The new mixer stood in its box, by my door, for over a month. I kept telling myself I just didn’t have the time to unpack the new mixer and pack up Helga. It was a time issue. I just didn’t have it.

Yea, that is what I told myself.

Every. Single. Day…

It wasn’t until my mom called me one day and asked, “Do you want the damn mixer or not?” that I decided – Ok, lets pack her up.

I packed Helga on Columbus Day. I took my time cleaning her and restoring Helga to her original beauty. Satisfied with my work, I ran my hands over her shiny white surface…

And cried.

Oh, did I cry… I cried at the memory of my first cake, the subsequent cakes, my successes, my failures, my breakdowns – And the many times Helga spit powdered sugar in my face practically screaming, “Hey dumbass, LOW speed!”

I said Goodbye and thanked her profoundly for the memories – For standing alongside me when I made happiness, made love, brought smiles to so many faces.

And most of all, the Magic. The Magic that helped bring out the best in me.

Thank you, Helga. I have no doubt you’ll bring the same sort of magic to whoever is fortunate enough to call you their own….

She is waiting…

 Me…

    

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