Years ago, before my son was born and life became a hamster wheel of work, errands, sporting events, and play dates, I’d spend my weekends baking. I loved to pore through recipe books and find fun treats to create from scratch. I used our 1950s-era KitchenAid mixer, inherited from my husband’s grandmother, to make cupcakes, cookies, frostings, and glazes. I took decorating classes and bought all kinds of tools to make fancy designs with icing (though I was never very good at it).
But over time, life got in the way. I baked less and less. I tossed most of the tools and even took to — gasp! — making desserts from boxed cake mixes.