18 volts of cake-mixing power
Today, as he was preparing to make a cake, he needed the mixer. But he hates our mixer. In fact, for years, he refused to use the new one and would drag out the pink one circa 1965 that his mother gave him forever ago. The thing actually had to warm up before it got up to speed. I'm not sure what ever happened to that thing. ;)
Apparently, we still had an old beater attachment. This is the resulting brainstorm my handy, dandy hubby came up with for the cake mix.
Yep. It's Mr. Mom and his Mikita. What can possibly be next?