Whisks of Love.

Christmas time.  The time for giving.  Have you finished your gift shopping? 

I'm not the best gift-giver.  I try really hard every year to find thoughtful gifts, but I somehow usually end up missing the mark.  You know when you receive a gift and it's just so you that you are just shocked at how thoughtful a person could be??? 

This happened to me twice this week.  Twice in the same day.  Both gifts were whisks.  I know, a whisk doesn't seem like an incredibly thoughtful gift.  But it so is.

I met my friend Jennifer for coffee on Monday.  She and I carpooled to Science of Food class every day this summer.  Through those many hours of driving + lots of time in the kitchen, we got to know each other pretty darn well.  So even though we hadn't really seen much of each other since this summer, it wasn't hard to pick up where we left off. 

Half way through my giant cup of coffee, Jennifer remembered she had something for me.  Yes, I love gifts.  But I could not have been happier when she pulled a tiny little whisk from her purse.

Our class kitchens were each stocked with one of these tiny little guys, and Jennifer remembered me being completely smitten.  I have a thing for tiny kitchen gadgets.  And she remembered.

It might seem silly, but I was just completely overcome by such a thoughtful gesture.  She said she was at a thrift store and saw the little guy and thought of me.  She kept it in her purse to give to me. 

I love you.

I loved it so much I held on to it through the rest of our coffee date and maybe waived it around for effect while telling stories.  It has a sort of magic wand effect to it.  And not to worry, he will have many small friends in the kitchen.

Tiny ice cream spoons, whisk, pinch & dash measuring spoons.

He can also hang with one of my many sets of tiny salt & pepper shakers.  I also have a thing for salt & pepper shakers... but that's for another post.

S&P Midgets.

Wait, what's that?

I came home to a package sitting on the table that I thought was just a gift I'd ordered a while back.  Before Drew went to bed he asked if I was going to open my package from Jess.  Wha????

It was not the gift I'd ordered for mi padre.  It was in fact a box bursting at the seems with wonderfulness from my beautiful wonderful thoughtful cousin.



Box o' goodness.

 Jess, being uber-thoughtful, took my pumpkin passion to heart and sent me a box bursting with every kind of pumpkin delicacy you could imagine: scones, pie, cookies, maple pumpkin butter... if you don't see me for the next few weeks it's because I'm holed up in the house smearing maple pumpkin butter on everything imaginable. 

The box also contained a new whisk!  How on Earth was I gifted two whisks in one day?
 

Big & Lil'.

Again, it's not that I'm super infatuated with whisks.  There was just a lot of love that came with both.  And that makes me feel incredibly blessed.

What else makes me happy?  This:

Merry Christmas.

Jess also sent a lovely reminder of Christmas-Past.  We used to rock lots of matching clothes when we were little.  I'd really like to bring that back.  Let's leave the bowl cut in the 80's though.