Monday, January 24, 2005

To a Mixer (and a Husband)

The mixer died
Sounding like an injured walrus
Making bread by hand
Hurts my wrist (am I getting old?)
Nathan dissected the beast
Found the ailment
Could not find a part anywhere in town
He drilled a hole in a penny
Replaced the broken widgit

It Worked!
The mixer lives!
Homemade rolls,
cinnamon rolls,
chocolate chip cookies,
whipped cream,
grated potatoes,
orange julius,
blueberry milk shakes...
Which should I make first?

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

Nathan and Rick must be related! Hooray for fix-it guys.

Do you remember the poem you wrote using the long word Poe used in some of his poems. Something will bells, tintintabulation (something along those lines). I think you were asked to read it aloud at the Library.

Heather

Batya said...

You're lucky. My husband can't fix things. and to think, just a few weeks ago, you were on your own. The mixer so considerately waited until he returned to break.