This stand mixer has been in the family longer than I’ve had my own kitchen, and it still does the job better than anything shinier I’ve been tempted by since. Cinnamon bun dough, no fuss.
There’s something satisfying about a tool that just keeps working. No planned obsolescence, no missing parts after all these years — just dough, on repeat, whenever I need it.
It’s a small thing, but it’s the same instinct behind a lot of what I do around here: take care of what you have, and it takes care of you back.