I love baking but don’t often get a chance. However I really fancied golden syrup pudding last week so ended up making one. As I whisked the ingredients together using a really old electric hand whisk that I inherited from my Granny the whisk started to make awful grinding noises. I got the cake made and in the oven and asked Scifi hubby to have a look at the whisk to see if he could fix it.
Fast forward a week and Scifi hubby proudly shows me a fixed whisk. Fantastic until it becomes obvious he really liked the golden syrup pudding and had fixed the whisk in the hope I would make it again. So, for the second Sunday in a row I’m in the kitchen making cake. I turn the whisk on and start whisking the cake and suddenly, Scifi hubby runs into the kitchen at high speed to peer intently over my shoulder.
Turns out he had tested the whisk but not actually with the ‘blades’ on and had sudden images of me being electrocuted by the whisk. Apparently this would be bad enough but could turn him into the Joker as well which would either be a disaster or fantastic I’m not sure exactly which. As I rolled around laughing at him he tried to explain, in absolute seriousness, that one of the things that sent the Joker over the edge into madness was the death of his pregnant wife caused by a faulty toaster. I think he had visions of ‘history’ repeating itself and him becoming one of the greatest super villains of all time.
We wouldn’t want to risk him ending up in Arkham Asylum now would we? So maybe I should stay away from all electrical kitchen appliances for a few weeks – Scifi hubby can make the tea for a while.