The whole internet collaborated to determine what this kitchen tool was.
The mixer with rotating parts was patented in 1856 by Baltimore, Maryland, tinner Ralph Collier. This was followed by E.P. Griffith’s whisk patented in England in 1857. Another hand-turned rotary egg beater was patented by J.F. and E.P. Monroe in 1859 in the US.
Their egg beater patent was one of the earliest bought up by the Dover Stamping Company, whose Dover egg beaters became a classic American brand.The term “Dover beater” was commonly in use in February 1929, as seen in this recipe from the Gazette newspaper of Cedar Rapids, IA, for “Hur-Mon Bavarian Cream,” a whipped dessert recipe featuring gelatin, whipped cream, banana and gingerale.\
The Monroe design was also manufactured in England.[4] In 1870, Turner Williams of Providence, R.I., invented another Dover egg beater model. In 1884, Willis Johnson of Cincinnati, Ohio, invented new improvements to the egg beater.
The first mixer with electric motor is thought to be the one invented by American Rufus Eastman in 1885.The Hobart Manufacturing Company was an early manufacturer of large commercial mixers,] and they say a new model introduced in 1914 played a key role in the mixer part of their business.
The Hobart KitchenAid and Sunbeam Mixmaster (first produced 1910) were two very early US brands of electric mixer.Domestic electric mixers were rarely used before the 1920s, when they were adopted more widely for home use.
In 1908 Herbert Johnston, an engineer for the Hobart Manufacturing Company, invented an electric standing mixer. His inspiration came from observing a baker mixing bread dough with a metal spoon; soon he was toying with a mechanical counterpart.
By 1915, his 20 gallon (80 L) mixer was standard equipment for most large bakeries. In 1919, Hobart introduced the Kitchen Aid Food Preparer (stand mixer) for the home.
Prince William and Princess Catherine are marking 14 years of love while visiting Scotland’s Isle of Mull on their wedding anniversary.
The ferry sliced through the calm, grey-blue waters, leaving a frothy wake behind it. On the deck, the wind whipped at their hair, carrying the scent of salt and distant heather. Prince William stood with his arm around Princess Catherine, both gazing towards the approaching green and rugged shores of the Isle of Mull. Fourteen years. It felt like a lifetime and a blink of an eye all at once.
They had chosen Mull for a quiet escape, a place far from the usual pomp and circumstance, to mark their wedding anniversary. A place where the wild beauty of Scotland could offer a backdrop to their own enduring connection.
As they disembarked and drove along winding coastal roads, the landscape unfolded like a tapestry of emerald hills, dramatic cliffs, and hidden coves. Sheep dotted the hillsides like scattered pebbles, and the air was filled with the cries of gulls.
Their destination was a secluded cottage overlooking a loch, a place of simple comfort and breathtaking views. That evening, as the setting sun painted the sky in hues of orange and purple, they walked hand-in-hand along the rocky shore.
“Remember that rain shower on our wedding day?” Catherine mused, a smile playing on her lips. “Everyone was so worried, but it felt… like a blessing.”
William squeezed her hand. “It did. And look at us now. Fourteen years, three wonderful children, countless adventures.”
They talked of their early days, the nervous excitement of their engagement, the joy of their wedding day, the overwhelming love they felt holding each of their babies for the first time. They spoke of challenges faced together, of moments of quiet strength found in each other, and of the shared purpose that guided their public lives.
Mull seemed to hold its breath around them, the silence broken only by the gentle lapping of the water and the distant call of a bird. It was a silence that allowed for reflection, for gratitude, for the quiet reaffirmation of a bond forged in public but deepened in private moments like these.
The next day, they hiked across windswept moors, the vastness of the landscape mirroring the depth of their journey together. They visited ancient standing stones, feeling the weight of history beneath their feet, and picnicked by a cascading waterfall, the sound a soothing symphony.
As their short escape drew to a close, they stood once more on the ferry deck, watching Mull recede into the distance. The island had offered them not just a beautiful setting, but a sanctuary, a space to simply be William and Catherine, a couple celebrating fourteen years of a love story that continued to unfold, strong and true, against the backdrop of their extraordinary lives. The journey ahead held its own unknowns, but looking at each other, they knew they would face it together, just as they always had.
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