This evening Magda and Stepan were baking the finger cookies for our upcoming Pumpkin Carving party. I was occupied in the back of the house when I hear Magda start to cry. It was pretty late (around 8pm) and we had been gone most of the day so I figured she was tired and possibly she was looking for me and couldn't find me. I make my way to the kitchen asking Stepan, "What's wrong with Magda?" only to find him trying to figure out how to untangle Magda's hair from the mixer...you know, the part you attach the beater to and put into the mixing bowl.
Magda had been leaning forward trying to push Rosy away from her feet (which were apparently getting thoroughly kissed) when her hair (which wasn't secured away from her face) got caught on the beater and pulled her in! Her hair was wound so tightly around the post the beater attaches to that the beater could not be removed. Stepan's first response was to wonder where the scissors were. I thought that was a bad idea. Stepan ended up forcing the beater to turn in the opposite direction, unwinding most of the hair so that we could remove the beater and free the rest of her hair.
Magda is getting pretty good at taking experiences like this and figuring out what to take away from them. She decided that next time she'll help Tata remember to put her hair back. I told her that now she knows she doesn't ever want to wind her hair around a mixer.
Posted by jfer at October 24, 2008 1:13 AMI remember that same thing happened to me once. I was about 12 years old and spending the night over at Veronica Lawson's house. I can't remember what we were mixing at the time, but my hair was really long and got caught in the mixer. I remember shocking Veronica's mother with a few choice cuss words that spewed from my mouth from the shock of my predicament. Tell Magda that she isn't the only family member to have that happen. Of course my hair was caught in a hand held mixer and not a Kitchen Aid.
Posted by: Theresa on October 31, 2008 3:04 PM