My best friend growing up spent a lot of time at our house. My sisters and I baked often. My friend – not so much.
One day we decided to make something – no idea what. My friend was mixing the batter with the old brown hand mixer, when my sister says over the sound of the mixer, “You know you don’t have to hold the bowl when you do that.”
“Really?” my friend responded.
Before I could stop her, she let go of the bowl. The bowl spun. The batter spun, quickly moving further up to the top of the bowl. Within seconds the batter was flying out of the bowl and onto us, the counter, the cabinets, the floor…
Funny thing is, I don’t remember cleaning it up. Sorry, Mom!