The KitchenAid is resurrected

Sure, it's the wrong holiday for resurrections, but who cares. Soon I will be back in the kitchen, flour flying everywhere, dog happily gobbling up scraps of dough on the floor, and me with a dazed smile on my face as I finish my twelfth batch of cookies for the day. It may be a wee bit optimistic, but a girl can dream.

Here is the wounded beast in the "before" picture. I don't have an "after" picture, but go to any of those department stores and look at the nice shiny new ones, and that's how my baby now looks. Minus a little shine, from all the grease and flour that went flying at one point or another. Folks, we are back in business!