You Guys, I May Have a Problem With Kitchenware Requiring Intervention [PHOTOS]

Okay.  I may be getting closer to admitting that I have a problem.  Let me explain.........

Well, first of all, thank you so much to all of you guys for reading my earlier blog posts about getting married this past week.  I had no idea so many of you cared! It has only occurred to me after opening all of the lovely gifts I got that I may have an unhealthy obsession with kitchenware.  Particularly the kitchenware of Ree Drummond, the Pioneer Woman. Seriously. I freggin love her.  Husbando says I watch her show like she's my friend.  Well, actually, I watch a lot of Food Network and The Cooking Channel, if we're being honest.  I don't know what the deal is, but I can sit and watched an episode of Chopped I've seen seven times and STILL want to know who is on the chopping block.

So when it came time to register, I realized........I didn't really NEED anything.  I mean, we had been living together for a few years and we had just about everything you can imagine in our kitchen.   Husbando cooks a lot but I've been doing more and more of it lately.  So I just decided to register for basically Pioneer Woman stuff I didn't have.  And stuff I see on the Food Network.  And, well, it might be getting a little out of hand.  But I can't help it!  I'M SO EXCITED about this stuff.

This is a mixer that my friends Heather and Sam got me.  YOU SEE THAT? THAT'S GOT  A DOUGH HOOK.  You could easily see Trisha using one of those on her show (and YES, I watch her as well, and YES, I call it the Trisha show and NOT "Trisha's Southern Kitchen" because I am not a dirty commie).

And yes, that is right next to my set of Pioneer Woman knives. I TOLD YOU I HAVE A PROBLEM.  I DIDN'T EVEN REGISTER FOR THOSE.  I just bought them because they were there.

This is a chopper the Sedalia Kiwanis Club got for me.  They also got me a meat thermometer, because I freggin need one and I don't know why.  I am going to chop so many onions.  SO MANY.

See this beautiful creature? Yes, that is a sparkling unicorn of joy known as a FOOD PROCESSOR that my friends Macaela and Scott got me. You guys. I am so excited. They use these things on Chopped, like, every episode. I am going to process the hell of something. What, I don't know yet. But SOMETHING.

This is probably the biggest, most adorable mixing bowl that has been created on the planet. IT HAS A HANDLE AND A SPOUT.  You can hold on to it easy! And you can pour stuff and not make a mess!!!! Well.  Let's be honest.  I'm going to make a mess anyway. But,  I will TRY to pour correctly.

You see these things? JUST LOOK AT THEM.

Do you see them? I AM GOING TO HAVE A FLAILING FIT AT HOW FREGGIN CUTE THOSE THINGS ARE.  They're those little measuring cups that people like Ree and Trisha and even fancy people like Bobby Flay use on the teevee.  You put them on the counter and put your salt in it or something so you can put in your ingredients into your kick ass mixer or food processor with FINESSE. My friend Robyn got me these and the big mixing bowl because I guess she's an enabler.  Maybe she doesn't know how far into the rabbit hole I've gone.

Now, if you would, just take a moment to drink in these baking dishes.

They have pretty flower designs.............and loving messages written on them. BECAUSE I'M GOING TO BAKE THE EVERLOVING HECK OUT OF SOMETHING AND MAKE IT WITH EXTRA LOVE. Whew. I told you guys it's getting a little crazy over here.

My sister is definitely an enabler for these two. She's seen the matching Pioneer Woman cooking set and the Pioneer Woman ramikins (which is a thing I didn't even know existed before I laid eyes on the Food Network, much less needed the PW ramikins).

Speaking of my cooking set (or pans, whatever)........ they are this wonderful color of blue.

So now I have a matching DUTCH OVEN to go with them. I am not going to throw out my ceramic red dutch oven, of course - but this is BETTER because it MATCHES. My brother in law's parents, Jeff and Caroline, got us this.

AND.
Omigod.
You guys.
Stock.
Pot.

The MATCHING stock pot that I have now, that goes with my Pioneer Woman pan set, my Pioneer Woman knife set, my Pioneer Woman baking set, my Pioneer woman ramikins, my Pioneer Woman mixing bowls, my.... yeah. This may have been the thing that pushed it over the top into full fledged weird territory. But that's okay. I'm going to live with it and try to manage my issue. And besides, Ron and Barb like me for who I am, that's why they brought me one.

Yeah. I bought that. Because every time I go to Wal Mart, the Pioneer Woman section of the home goods area always gets a perusal. I don't even need that. Who needs a four cup measuring thing? Probably not me. It's not like I'm some restaurant that needs to make seventy biscuits in the morning rush.  But I need it in my life because it's pretty and because because because.

And, just in case you weren't wierded out enough by my Pioneer Woman thing, my other friends decided to get me a Nicolas Cage pillowcase.

I have no idea. I don't know why, maybe Margaret and Donald can explain it someday. Maybe it doesn't need an explanation.

So, yeah, I may have a problem with cookware, you guys.

Addictively yours,
Behka