Tuesday, November 26, 2013


SEVEN Mix masters is the limit.


Yesterday a work colleague plonked a box down on my desk.

It contained a great old mix-master he'd found at an op-shop, still bearing the price tag for the princely sum of eight dollars.


This is the second mix-master someone from work has found for me. 

It's also the only one with a plastic bowl - so practical as it will bounce rather than shatter if I drop it.

Tonight I shall use to whip the butter and sugar for a chocolate cake - it's the perfect size for creaming these ingredients.

But cycling home last night with the booty in my backpack I have decided this is it - seven is enough for any keen cook.

1 comment:

  1. I have my great grandmother's mixmaster. I can't use it anymore - I snapped a beater and besides it trips the power in my house. Its faded pink, has all the accessories and I love it.