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There are certain things in one's life which are kind of expected. You are supposed to do them and there's nothing strange about that. It is just how things go. You are supposed to go to school and you are expected to get a job and you should want to be very successful. Then there are things that you get used to doing. Every day you wake up, brush your teeth, get ready, head out and grab a Cappuccino from Starbucks on the corner next to the tube. Then you go in, attempt to find a seat, travel to your destination, get to work, take a lunch break, etc. Sounds familiar doesn't it?
And then there are those moments which are milestones- memorable, different, long-anticipated. They are different from any of the other shit you deal with on a daily basis and on a major level. Yes, perhaps you went ice skating for the first time yesterday and it was kind of cool. That's not a milestone. But if you went ice skating and you realized that ice skating is what you want to dedicate your life to and now everything is going to change in order to accommodate your new pursuit. That, my friend, is a milestone.
Now that we have gotten that out of the way, you can agree with me that milestones are rare. If you ask me, we should have more of those. But sadly no one really cares what I think. However, I did stumble upon a milestone today (YAY). So long story short- I have wanted a KitchenAid Stand Mixer. I've probably been lusting after it for about 7-8 years. But as those of you who don't live in the US know, KitchenAids here are pretty expensive. They retail for about 450 pounds for the Artisan version, which is a pretty steep price for most people. Even if you are rich, it would probably not fall under your impulse purchases. And yes, you would all probably argue that if I saved up in those years that I have been craving it for, I could have purchased it a couple of times and that is very much true. I knew that and yet I did something else.
I spoke to my parents about said appliance constantly and my dad finally craved when I was about 17. He said he would get me the mother of all mixers....when I graduated from college. Fair enough I did think he was kidding at the time seeing as it was 5 long years away and I didn't think the man would do that to me. Seriously...5 years.... And yet, to my surprise, he did mean it. So we shook on it and I started the backwards counting. when I was 20, I had a bit of an existential crisis and though "Well hell, I'll just save up and in a couple of months (probably more than a couple), I will have that baby in my kitchen, doing what mixers are supposed to do." So I started my adult variation of a piggy bank (in secret because I didn't want my parents to know just in case I failed...See, I am not really known as the saving-type of person...). Let me tell you, I was actually managing to keep my carefully prepared savings plan ( I also printed it with beautiful gold decorations...duh). Time was flying, I was saving, everything was going perfectly and then I had a flash of wisdom, which came rather unexpected.
It was not really about the mixer anymore. My dad had made it about more than just an expensive appliance. He had made it a celebration of accomplishments in a way. I felt like if I bought it at that time, it wouldn't be deserved. It wouldn't be the right way to finally have it. I had waited for years, saving Kitchenaid pictures on Pinterest and all that comes with obsession. And now, when the object was within reach all of a sudden I wanted to wait? I honestly didn't even understand myself at that point. And some of you might say that I just didn't want to spend my own money on it, but it really wasn't about that. You see, I have no issue spending money, it is holding on to it that I find difficult. It was about the idea of having the KitchenAid mean something more than just another purchase. It was supposed to mark an important event in my life- moving on from studies onto "real life". It was going to be a sort of "Hey, by the way, you managed to get through college. Good for you. Now go get a job." And I wanted that.
So after that whole ordeal, today I placed my order for a KitchenAid Classic Stand Mixer in White. The day has finally arrived. There are two weeks left in my Academic Career and my dad is giving me my "graduation present" a bit early. And let me tell you, it was worth the wait. It will arrive next week and I can't be more excited about it. Not just that, but I feel like it's deserved. I feel like now, I get to enjoy something that I have wanted for years. It marks my life heading into a new direction and a very important other part of it, fading into the background. I mean college has been great and being done with it is terrifyingly scare, but at least I have my mixer to keep me warm (metaphorically). Now I am ready to go and get my dreams crushed by the cold ruthlessness of adulthood.
 

Ingredients:
For the dough:
3 cups  flour
1 cup  milk
1 sachet instant yeast
4 tablespoons sugar
2 eggs
5 tablespoons butter (melted)
1 teaspoon salt
1 teaspoon vanilla extract
(3 cups of vegetable oil for frying)

For the glaze:
2 cups icing sugar
3-4 tablespoons water
1 tablespoon vanilla extract

Cream cheese icing:
2 cups icing sugar
50 grams butter at room temperature
125 grams cream cheese at room temperature

Put the milk in a sauce pan with a teaspoon of sugar and heat up to body temperature. Afterwards add the yeast and give it a stir. Leave it for 5 mins or until it starts to froth. Measure the flour and add the salt. Add the yeast mixture, the butter and eggs and mix in with the flour. Continue mixing until a ball is formed and the dough seems ready to be kneaded.











 Afterwards, lightly flour our work surface and commence the kneading, which should last about 5 minutes or as long as it takes to form and elastic and manageable dough. Then put in a greased bowl and cover with plastic foil. Place in a warm place and let rise for an hour or until doubled in volume. I usually put it in my oven at 50 degrees C to give it the extra heat.
After the dough has risen, take it out of the bowl and knead for a couple of minutes to get it back together. Then take your rolling pin and flour it.




















  Roll out your dough to start cutting out the doughnut shapes. I use the lips of a glass for the doughnut and a piping bag tip for the doughnut hole. Place the ready doughnuts (and holes if you wish) in a greased tray and cover with damp cloth. Let them rise for another 40 minutes. Afterwards, heat up your vegetable oil. While your oil is heating up, start making the glaze by adding the water and vanilla extract to the icing sugar.When the glaze is done and your oil has reached the temperature, you may begin the process of frying said doughnuts. Just add them 1-2 at a time as to not overcrowd the pan. Adding too many doughnuts at a time would take down the temperature of the oil, therefore resulting in your doughnuts not being crisp on the outside. Do not leave in the oil for too long. It takes less than a minute on each side to get the perfect golden brown doughnut. After you take them out, place them on parchment paper to get rid of that nasty excess oil. Once that is done and your doughnuts have rested for a little bit, you may start dipping them in the glaze. Do one side or both if you're that kind of person. The sugar-loving-kind that is. Then leave them on a rack to fully cool and to let the excess glaze drip down freely. For the doughnut holes or if you (like me) made some larger doughnut balls, you can fill those up with frosting, Nutella or jelly. I chose Cream Cheese Frosting. Just mix up all of the ingredients with an electric mixer and then put in a piping bag. Stick the tip of the piping bag in your doughnut and  squeeze as much as you like. Not too much as the doughnut will break, but you will feel when to stop. That is about it when it comes to homemade doughnuts.

We are all looking forward to becoming adults. Going through school and college like we cannot wait to get to where we're supposedly headed. And I do know where I'm headed. Do I know how I will get there? Not necessarily.