RIP
You have served me well. A present from my Mum when I graduated C.I.A. 20 years ago, you have been worked hard. At least twice a year I have forgotten and let you walk yourself right off the counter, bouncing on the floor, motor still turning. Bread kneaded 2X a week because I'm so over the zen of bread kneading. Gallons of tomato sauce milled. You're an old workhorse and I'm actually a little sad to see you go, but it's time.
meet my new little friend
I see the start of a beautiful relationship