It has come to my notice that, over the years, I have had an antipathy towards the humble kitchen tool which first became an object of (general) desire with the Kenwood mixer: the Kenwood kitchen spatula.
This stems, I'm sure, from my childhood, when the spatula and its attendant mixer first came into my life.
My Mum used to make excellent cakes. Rarely anything fancy; just simple fruit or cherry cakes and a Victoria sponge flavoured with chocolate or coffee. These were hand-mixed in a traditional stoneware bowl using a wooden spoon and this same tool was employed with a butter knife to scrape the mix into a baking tin. As a child I would then have the pleasure of scraping the bowl as close to cleanliness as I could using a teaspoon while the cooking process raised expectations of the finished item.
I clearly recall the arrival of the first Kenwood mixer in the house because it disturbed my cosy routine. Firstly, the mixing process was now consigned entirely to the kitchen; secondly, this mixing process was now accompanied by an excruciating noise that precluded conversation and usually caused me to visit distant parts of the house in the search for some peace - in addition the mixer in operation smelled of electrical appliance, an odour I was willing to countenance in the garage with my train set, but felt unsuited to a place of food preparation; thirdly, the pairing of bowl and spatula resulted in there not being sufficient residue to make the scraping of the bowl worthwhile.
What I was perhaps less aware of at the time was that although the frequency of cakes may have risen somewhat with the arrival of mechanical assistance, the flavour and texture took something of a dive. Now I can only compare the before and after with a deal of dubious introspection, but I'm sure that it is the case.
All of these detrimental changes in my life I have attached to this humble kitchen tool. I despise it.
