MOOSE JAW — The day brought clouds and thunderstorms, and I thought it would be a perfect day to bake a sour cream cinnamon coffee cake; it would make the apartment smell so cozy and warm.
I love to bake, and here at the Regal Villa, some of the tenants get together and play games, so I can occasionally share my baking with them.
I prepared all the ingredients in a large stainless steel bowl, then I plugged in the extension cord into the socket, then plugged my new hand mixer into the extension cord, which I had to do as the plug on the mixer would not fit into the plug.
I am in a wheelchair and the counters are high, so I put the bowl on my knees. I put the mixer tongs into the ingredients and put the speed to low, and I was thinking how lovely this cake would be for a treat.
Suddenly, I felt the hair on my left side of my head being tugged, my head was being pulled down into the bowl. “Oh no,” I said to myself, then a tug on the right side of my head. My face was in the bowl, the mixer was in my left hand, now resting on my temple. Both tongs had gathered all my hair from both sides of my head, mixing all the batter in with it.
What do I do? Pull the plug! Plug is out! I pushed the release button for the tongs to drop out. No Release. How am I going to get to the sink with the bowl still on my knees with my face almost in the batter, and the mixer still in my left hand resting on my temple?
I grabbed the counter, turned myself around, all the time saying out loud “Lord, keep me calm”, I was at the sink, pressed the release and the tongs released. It took about half an hour to get my hair out of the tongs,
I was off to the bathroom to wash my hair when I looked in the mirror and saw the tongs had made ringlets on both sides of my head. Thank goodness that the mixer was on slow speed, if it were a high speed, I could now be bald
If there is a will, there is a way. I will bake again. I will do it a different way. I am going to buy a vintage non-electric hand mixer.
