Ah, the “ethnic” aisle at the grocery store. That sign is retired now but was changed to “international” in one chain. If the concept is new, I’m just describing my here and now.

My last washer, yes, that mixer, no. My comment was not intended to be a putdown, but I confess I never saw the point of the style where you had to spin the bowl manually.

Is your description of springy and squidgy simply not fully cooked?

Keep in mind that I stopped going to Tim Hortons because they couldn’t get my order correct.

Mostly, this was due to my inability to stay on their script, according to staff who dared to help me. It was time to stop buying there when I asked for black coffee and the reply was “would you like cream or sugar?” It was so…

I maintain that something as important and potentially deadly as driving should require mandatory classroom training plus some on-road, the complexity of a two-day weekend or spread over a few evenings, for something that will benefit entire lives. Too expensive and I’d settle for a parking lot with cones as better…

So you want to do business but only on your terms?

There are aspects, not could be.

The web told me bananas are washed today, but forty years ago I remember a documentary that showed how they dunked the intact stalk to kill spiders.

As a kid, Woolworth’s was the only place within a reasonable drive that had a diner decor and experience, also within walking distance of my mother’s job, so it became an early fast-food treat about three times per year. Comparable sites were all driv-thru. They had the iconic chrome stools bolted to the floor, some…

That is so incredibly logical.

I own a powered hand mixer, five bucks at a thrift store—is that a Canadian term?—and it’s fine for low-torque things. It was an excuse to buy steeper, taller mixing bowls because my low profile favourites were too splattery. I got some mwave-safe glass that were a good purchase.

Of course I prefer a window over a lamp any time of day, but it has to be indirect if I’m trying to focus on something indoors.

An affordable experiment. I fear a single table-top affordance would quickly irritate my sore wrists; the urge to vary positions is obvious to me as age shouts louder. It would be awesome if I could hold the orange then use the radial torque of the tool to grind on it. It looks like I could adapt by simply tipping…

I’m glad your comment was at the top. One thing I generalize is that every fixture I’ve ever dealt with was eventually upgraded to a warm colour if by my volition.

And the missing ability to explode gasoline vapour, as far as I’ve tested.

Doubly astonishing that people do this to themselves on purpose after my experience, learning I had developed lactose intolerance.

“Strain” typo?

If you’re feeling sickly, remember your friends.

The busted model I mentioned was probably a hundred bucks when a Kitchen-Aid would have been about $225. I think it was a metal-era Kenmore that was probably never intended for anything tougher than crepes or batters, basically a hand mixer with legs.

It’s impressive that the parts can be had so cheap.