The pass-through window (cute! useless!), tempeh incubator, and Big Mama. We named that giant mixer Big Mama, and she is completely useless to me. I will never make 50 lbs of bread dough at a time, but she’s so vintage and pretty! The landlord told me that she “works good, but is not good for today’s lifestyles.” I asked him what that meant and he said that “a baby could get in and, you know, get mixed around.” Babies gettin’ mixed into bread dough: yet another rad thing from the past I will never experience because of modern squeamish sensibilities.