The Stand Mixer is the desire of every bakers heart. I must admit that I’ve wanted one for quite awhile but just can’t quite bring myself to fork over the cash, although I think it is worth every penny. This has often forced me to enter stand mixer giveaways on the inter-web until I’m cross-eyed and can’t remember my name. So who came to the rescue? My father. He saw this little darling at his church’s yard sale for a mere 10 buckaroos! 10 bucks! Can you believe it? Maybe you can. But I couldn’t. So, we plugged it in, got her started and waited for the smell of burning plastic and acrid smoke…but none came. Last night was the first night I was able to really try her out. I decided to not start with anything wimpy like pudding and went straight for mashed potatoes. Worked like a charm. Sure she’s a little loud, a little grumpy, and a little off center but I like her. I can relate to the off centeredness. Until something else comes along or she give up the ghost, Sunbeam Sally is my gal.