When I was a kid, I woke up on Saturday mornings to the sound of my mom's hand-held mixer, as she mixed up batter for this crazy sponge cake, which literally looked like a a giant sponge. We were too poor for a fancy stand mixer, so my mom would tie the hand-held to something and let the thang whir away while she multi-tasked. All that to say...when you need something to work badly enough, you figure it out.
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