The Mixer
On Christmas Eve, Jennifer came over so we could cook. We put together the traditional 3-day cornbread dressing (Granny’s recipe, of course) and we made 2 pecan pies. We decided to mix the pies at the same time (in separate bowls) so we could put them in the oven at the same time and one wouldn’t settle more than the other. As we started, I remarked that it would be nice if we had another mixer. A minute later, I looked at Jennifer and said “I know where a mixer is…..under the Christmas tree (Jennifer does a lot of Christmas shopping with me and she already knew I was giving her a mixer). Her eyes lit up and we ran to the Christmas tree. Under my guidance, she found the correct package and we carefully opened one end of it with a seam ripper, sliding box slid out of the paper. We took the mixer into the kitchen, made the pies, returned the mixer to the box and sealed it with a piece of tape. No one was the wiser!
We confessed our story Christmas morning after she opened the mixer. What a great Christmas memory.