We have one, and it’s ancient. The wife inherited from her mom. We (the wife in truth) use it far less now in favor of the electric crock pot. I often think that those with cooking skills very much parallel my hot rod days induced fascination with tools and mechanical stuff. I find myself fascinated with the things that appear on the butcer block prep table or drying in the dish rack. It’s amazing how many of those things are around that I have no idea about their purpose or more importantly where the wife stores them. Some 45 years ago I grabbed up one of those kitchen aid outboard motor looking mixers. It was long before they became a common household item. In fact they were sold then in only a single color and I grabbed it up at a restaurant supply store as a solution to baking BIG batches of cookies. When I met my wife, she was fascinated by the thing, and particularly attracted to the beautifully embroidered cover that one of the girls I’d snared with cookie bait gave me as an additional reward. The wife was actually afraid to use it for better than a year. But I can remember her getting over it, then gleefully gathering her girfriends to exhibt the wonders of the thing and the glorious results of those baking days. I’m almost certainly still wearing some of those glories behind my 4 sizes bigger belt. Sometimes I miss the days of my 30 inch waist when I laughed at the fat people. For those of you with such, tendencies let me warn you now that the gods have a nasty habit of getting even.