
The first thing I noticed on close inspection was how heavy the mixer was, indicating that there weren't any wimpy little parts. It also had numerous settings for making just about anything your heart desires. I was fascinated by how many there were. Of course I discovered this vintage machine after hand mashing my own potatoes for the family dinner!
My mother-in-law's pies were delicious, as was her home made whipped chream. My potatoes were tasty but a bit lumpy and my arm hurt from unsuccessful attempts at smoothening it.
As a vintage girl at heart, I should have known better than to judge a book by its cover. I've learned not to so quickly dismiss scary looking contraptions. Beauty is only skin deep, but quality lasts forever!
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