The other day, after baking Peanut Butter cookies, a friend sent me Curtis Stone’s Peanut Butter Cookies with Chocolate Chunks. I thought I could just bake them since (1) we are finishing our peanut butter cookies and (2) I have all the necessary ingredients anyway. I don’t have the chocolate chunks and so I replaced them with chocolate chips.
In then end, I still prefer those crunchy, crispy cookies to the soft chewy types.
While baking, I decided to check out KitchenAid’s Standmixer. I have always wanted one since I started baking and heard wonderful review and stories about it. Once, I went for the cupcakes demo class at Shermay’s Cooking School and I’ll always remember one remark that the instructor made, ” You guys have the KitchenAid mixer right, right?” Since that day, I would occasionally go to the retail store near my workplace after lunch and admire those sexy machines and promised myself that I would get one eventually.
SO, when we moved over to US, I thought it would be great to buy one since the price is a real bargain. It was about half the price back home. The hubs had also agreed to buy for me (yea!) and so, to be certain, I went to check on the voltage since I would be bringing back to Singapore after our short stay here.
To my dismay, US units are 110V while we run on 220V (the same as Europe) and it would cause problem if I were to bring it back home to use (thankful to find useful info on David Lebovitz’s site). I was so downcast as I was baking the cookies until the hubs suggested some solutions:
1. Buy and use and then sell online before going back.
2. Buy a second-hand and then sell online before going back. In both cases, I need to check if there is a market for that. 3. Use a transformer when we go back home.
It’s really kind of him to offer to buy even though the odds are against me. I know he didn’t want me to be sad but I really ought to think through properly. I know I would use the mixer very often since I’m here to bake to my heart’s content but I don’t want it to be a white elephant when we go back (i.e. if I don’t sell it).
Argh. I hate making decisions.