A Journey Through Time: The History of Kitchen Tools

Have you ever given the history of the kitchen tools we use on a daily basis any thought? Let’s go back in time today to discover the intriguing past of one such necessary appliance: the mixer.

The Inaugural Years of Blending

Our narrative starts in the middle of the 1800s, when innovators all around the world began experimenting with ways to simplify and expedite the process of combining ingredients. A Baltimore tinner named Ralph Collier received the first mixer with revolving parts patent in 1856. In less than a year, E.P. Griffith unveiled the whisk, a game-changing appliance for mixing substances. The hand-turned rotary egg beater invented by J.F. and E.P. Monroe left their imprint as well; it was patented in the US in 1859.

The Dover Stamping Company noticed these early prototypes and purchased the patent from the Monroe Brothers. Known as the “Dover beater,” the Dover egg beaters rose to fame in the United States. The renowned Dover beater was featured in a wonderful dessert dish called “Hur-Mon Bavarian Cream” published in the Cedar Rapids, Iowa Gazette in February 1929, demonstrating how highly esteemed these beaters were.

Welcome to the Age of Electricity

The first electric mixer didn’t appear until 1885, owing to the creative imagination of American inventor Rufus Eastman. But it was the enormous commercial mixers made by Hobart Manufacturing Company that really changed the sector. They debuted a revolutionary new model in 1914 that completely altered the mixer market.

Consumers began to choose the Hobart KitchenAid and the Sunbeam Mixmaster, two well-known American brands, in the early 20th century. However, until the 1920s, when they started to become widely used for domestic use, domestic electric mixers remained a rarity in most families, despite their popularity.

Engineer Herbert Johnston of the Hobart Manufacturing Company had an epiphany in 1908 when he saw a baker using a metal spoon to stir bread dough. After realizing there had to be a simpler method, he set out to develop a mechanical equivalent.

The majority of sizable bakeries had used Johnston’s 20-gallon mixer as regular equipment by 1915. The Hobart Manufacturing Company unveiled the Kitchen Aid Food Preparer, eventually dubbed the stand mixer, just four years later in 1919. This ground-breaking creation swiftly established itself as a national kitchen standard.

This indispensable kitchen appliance has come a long way, starting with the hand-turned rotary beaters of the 19th century and continuing with the invention of electric motors and the stand mixer. Many changes have been made to it to make our lives in the kitchen easier.

Therefore, remember the long history of your reliable mixer the next time you whip up some cookies or mix up a delicious cake batter. It is evidence of human inventiveness and the drive to make daily tasks simpler.

Apart from the mixer, another useful culinary instrument with an intriguing past is the meat grinder. This device, which is sometimes referred to as a “meat mincer” in the UK, is used for chopping and combining raw or cooked meat, fish, vegetables, and other ingredients.

Karl Drais created the first iteration of this amazing device in the nineteenth century, which begins the history of the meat grinder. Long, thin strands of flesh were produced by hand-cranked meat grinders that forced the meat through a metal plate with tiny pores.

As electricity became more widely available and technology advanced, manufacturers started producing meat grinders that were powered. The smooth and consistent processing of many pounds of beef is made possible by these contemporary electric grinders. The functionality of meat grinders has been greatly increased with the addition of attachments for tasks like juicing, kibbe, and sausage-making, which are included with some versions.

Thus, keep in mind the adventure and creativity that led to the creation of your meat grinder the next time you’re chopping meat for a delicious dish or experimenting with handmade sausages. It’s evidence of how kitchen gadgets have developed to enhance and facilitate our culinary explorations.

My Sister Gave Up Her Adopted Daughter After Having a Bio Son — but Karma Hit Back Immediately

Love isn’t supposed to have conditions. But for my sister, it did. Without an ounce of guilt, she gave up her adopted daughter after having a biological son. As I tried to comprehend the cruelty, she simply shrugged and said, “She wasn’t really mine anyway.” But karma was already at her door.

There are moments that shatter you, crack open your chest, and leave you gasping for air. For me, it was four simple words my sister said about her four-year-old adopted daughter: “I gave her back.”

A heartbroken woman reflecting on a painful ordeal | Source: Midjourney

A heartbroken woman reflecting on a painful ordeal | Source: Midjourney

We hadn’t seen my sister Erin in months. She lived a few states away, and with her pregnancy, we gave her space. But when she gave birth to a baby boy, the whole family decided to visit. We wanted to celebrate.

I filled my car with carefully wrapped gifts and a special teddy bear for Lily, my four-year-old goddaughter.

When we pulled up to Erin’s suburban home, I noticed the yard looked different. The plastic slide Lily loved was gone. So was her little garden of sunflowers we planted together last summer.

Front view of a stunning house | Source: Midjourney

Front view of a stunning house | Source: Midjourney

Erin answered the door bouncing a swaddled bundle in her arms. “Everyone, meet Noah!” she announced, turning the baby to face us.

We all cooed warmly. Mom immediately reached for him, and Dad started snapping pictures. I glanced around the living room, noticing all traces of Lily were gone. No photos on the wall. No scattered toys. No stick figure drawings.

“Where’s Lily?” I asked, smiling, still holding her gift.

A delighted woman holding a gift box | Source: Midjourney

A delighted woman holding a gift box | Source: Midjourney

The second I said her name, Erin’s face froze. She exchanged a quick glance with her boyfriend, Sam, who suddenly became very interested in adjusting the thermostat.

Then, without an ounce of shame, she said: “Oh! I gave her back.”

“What do you mean, ‘gave her back,’” I asked, certain I misheard.

Mom stopped rocking baby Noah, and Dad lowered his camera. The silence felt like concrete hardening around my feet.

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A woman scowling | Source: Midjourney

“You know I always wanted to be a boy mom,” Erin sighed, as if explaining something obvious. “Now I have Noah. Why would I need a daughter? And don’t forget, Lily was adopted. I don’t need her anymore.”

“You GAVE HER BACK?!” I yelled, my gift box dropping to the floor. “She’s not a toy you return to the store, Erin! She’s a child!”

She rolled her eyes. “Relax, Angela. She wasn’t really mine anyway. It’s not like I gave up my own kid. She was just… temporary.”

The word hit me like a slap. Temporary? As if Lily had been nothing more than a placeholder until the real thing came along.

A stunned woman | Source: Midjourney

A stunned woman | Source: Midjourney

“TEMPORARY?” I repeated, my voice rising. “That little girl called you ‘Mommy’ for two years!”

“Ah, well, she can call someone else that now.”

“How can you say that, Erin? How can you even think about it?”

“You’re making this into something it’s not,” she snapped. “I did what was best for everyone.”

I thought of all the times I watched Erin with Lily — reading her stories, brushing her hair, and telling everyone who would listen that she was her daughter. How many times had I heard her say, “Blood doesn’t make a family, love does.”

A little girl holding a teddy bear | Source: Midjourney

A little girl holding a teddy bear | Source: Midjourney

“What changed?” I demanded. “You fought for her. You went through mountains of paperwork. You cried when the adoption was finalized.”

“That was before,” she said dismissively. “Things are different now.”

“Different how? Because now you miraculously have a ‘real’ child? What kind of message does that send to Lily?”

“Look, Angela, you’re blowing this out of proportion. I loved Lily… I admit that. But now that my biological son is here, I don’t want to divide that love anymore. He needs all my care and attention. I’m sure Lily will find another home.”

That’s when something inside me snapped. Lily wasn’t just Erin’s daughter. She was mine too, in a way. I was her godmother. I held her when she cried. I rocked her to sleep.

An emotionally overwhelmed woman | Source: Midjourney

An emotionally overwhelmed woman | Source: Midjourney

For years, I had dreamed of being a mother. But life had been cruel. I had miscarriage after miscarriage, each one stealing a piece of me, each one leaving a void that Lily filled with her laughter, her tiny hands reaching for mine, her little voice calling me “Auntie Angie.”

And Erin threw her away like she meant nothing. How could she?

“You held her in your arms, called her your daughter, let her call you Mom, and then tossed her aside the second you got your ‘real’ kid?!”

Erin scoffed, bouncing Noah who started to fuss. “She was a foster kid first. She knew this could happen.”

I felt my hands shaking. “Erin, she is FOUR YEARS OLD. You were her world.”

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A woman arguing | Source: Midjourney

Sam finally spoke up. “Look, we didn’t make this decision lightly. Noah needs all our attention right now.”

“You think abandoning her was fair?” I asked in disbelief.

“The agency found her a good placement,” Sam muttered. “She’ll be fine.”

Before I could respond, we heard a sharp knock at the door. If only I knew karma had arrived so soon. Sam went to answer the door. From where I stood, I saw two people on the porch, a man and a woman in professional attire.

A stern-looking man and woman | Source: Midjourney

A stern-looking man and woman | Source: Midjourney

“Ms. Erin?” the woman asked, holding up an ID.

“I’m Vanessa and this is my colleague, David. We’re from Child Protective Services. We need to speak with you regarding some concerns that have come to our attention.”

Erin blinked, her face draining of color. “CPS? But… why?”

“We have some questions regarding your adoption process and your ability to provide a stable home for your son.”

Erin clutched Noah tighter. “My son? What does he have to do with anything?”

The CPS workers entered and took seats at Erin’s dining table.

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A startled woman | Source: Midjourney

“We have reason to believe that you expedited the adoption dissolution process and dismissed necessary counseling before relinquishing custody of your daughter, Lily,” Vanessa said.

Erin turned to us, her eyes wide, seeking backup. She got none.

“This… this is ridiculous,” she stammered. “I followed all the legal procedures!”

David flipped through his notes. “Your neighbor reported that you returned a legally adopted child within days of giving birth, with no apparent transition plan. That raises concerns about your judgment as a parent.”

That’s when I remembered Erin’s long-time feud with her neighbor Mrs. Thompson, who had always doted on Lily. I watched as Erin’s confidence crumbled.

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An anxious older lady | Source: Pexels

“Wait… you’re not saying —”

“Ma’am, we need to ensure that your current child is in a safe environment. We will be conducting a full investigation.”

“You can’t take my baby!” Erin cried. “He’s MY SON. I won’t let you —”

She stopped abruptly, realizing what she’d implied.

“We’re not taking anyone at this moment. But we have to follow procedure. Kindly cooperate.”

“Where is Lily now?” I asked the CPS workers.

A worried woman looking at someone | Source: Midjourney

A worried woman looking at someone | Source: Midjourney

Vanessa glanced at me. “And you are?”

“Angela, Erin’s sister. I’m also Lily’s godmother.”

“I’m afraid I can’t disclose that information at this time.”

Erin’s boyfriend didn’t say a word, his expression tight with regret.

Erin was desperate and trapped. She’d thrown Lily away like she was nothing, and now the system was deciding if she even deserved to keep her son. Maybe I should’ve felt bad. But I didn’t.

The fight wasn’t over. Even as CPS started their investigation, I couldn’t get Lily out of my mind.

A smiling little girl | Source: Midjourney

A smiling little girl | Source: Midjourney

I spent weeks calling agencies, scoured adoption networks, and hired a lawyer. Meanwhile, CPS continued their investigation of Erin and Sam. Mom called me daily with updates.

“They questioned everyone on the block,” she told me. “Erin is furious.”

“Has she said anything about Lily? Asked how she is? Shown any remorse at all?”

“No. She just keeps saying she did what was best.”

Finally, we got a lead. My lawyer called on a Tuesday morning.

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A lawyer talking on the phone | Source: Pexels

“I’ve been in touch with a colleague who works with the state foster system,” she said. “She hinted that Lily might still be in foster care.”

My heart leapt. “She hasn’t been adopted by another family?”

“It appears not. If you’re serious about pursuing custody, we might have a chance.”

“I’m serious,” I said firmly. “Whatever it takes.”

An anxious woman talking on the phone | Source: Midjourney

An anxious woman talking on the phone | Source: Midjourney

That night, I dug out photos of Lily. Her chubby baby face when I first met her. Her second birthday, cake smeared across her grinning face. Christmas last year, her eyes wide with wonder at the lights on the tree.

“I’m coming, Lily-bug,” I whispered to her smiling face. “I promise.”

The next three months blurred into a cycle of paperwork, home studies, interviews, and sleepless nights. I painted my spare bedroom pink — the exact shade Lily had always wanted. Butterfly decals covered the walls, and I filled the empty shelves with her favorite toys.

A cute pink bedroom | Source: Midjourney

A cute pink bedroom | Source: Midjourney

My parents, after their initial shock, threw themselves into helping. Dad built a bookshelf in the shape of a castle. Mom knitted a new blanket with Lily’s name embroidered in the corner.

The preliminary approval came through in early May. I would be allowed a supervised visit with Lily.

The Family Connections Center was a cheerful building with murals of cartoon animals on the walls. I sat perched on the edge of a chair, clutching a small stuffed elephant I brought for Lily.

A woman with kind eyes appeared. “Ms. Angela? I’m Grace, Lily’s caseworker. We’re ready for you now.”

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A woman with a warm smile | Source: Pexels

I followed her to a small playroom. And there, sitting at a tiny table with crayons scattered around her, was Lily.

She was small. So much smaller than I remembered. When she looked up, her eyes were wary, cautious in a way no four-year-old’s eyes should be.

My heart shattered and reformed in an instant.

“Lily?” I whispered.

She stared at me, hesitant at first. Then, as the memory clicked into place, her face brightened with a smile.

“Auntie Angie?” she chirped.

I lost it. I dropped to my knees and held my arms out, and after a moment’s hesitation, she ran into them.

A little girl looking up at someone and smiling | Source: Midjourney

A little girl looking up at someone and smiling | Source: Midjourney

“I missed you, Lily-bug,” I managed to say through my tears. “I missed you so much.”

She pulled back, her small hands cupping my cheeks. “Where did you go? I waited and waited. Mommy left me… she promised she’d come back, but she didn’t. Why did she leave me, Auntie?”

The innocent question gutted me. “I’m so sorry, sweetheart. I didn’t know where you were. But I looked everywhere for you. I promise I did.”

She nodded solemnly. “I’m living with Miss Karen now. She’s nice. But she doesn’t know how to make pancakes like you do.”

A heartbroken woman | Source: Midjourney

A heartbroken woman | Source: Midjourney

I laughed through my tears. “If it’s okay with you, I’d like to do more than visit. I’ve been talking to some people about you coming to live with me. Would you like that?”

Lily’s eyes widened. “In your house? With the big windows?”

“That’s right. And I’ve made a special room just for you. With pink walls and butterflies.”

“And Mommy and the baby?” she asked about my sister and Noah, her voice suddenly uncertain.

It was the question I’d been dreading. I took a deep breath. “No, sweetheart. Not Mommy or the baby. But you’ll have me… and Daddy. Just the three of us.”

An excited little girl | Source: Midjourney

An excited little girl | Source: Midjourney

Her small face scrunched in confusion. “Is Mommy still mad at me?”

The question knocked the wind from me. “Mad at you? Why would you think that?”

She looked down at her hands. “I must’ve been bad. That’s why she didn’t want me anymore.”

I gently tilted her chin up. “Lily, listen to me. You did nothing wrong. Nothing. Sometimes grownups make mistakes. Big mistakes. And what happened wasn’t your fault.”

Close-up shot of a woman touching a little girl's chin | Source: Midjourney

Close-up shot of a woman touching a little girl’s chin | Source: Midjourney

She considered this, her eyes searching mine for the truth. “Promise?”

“I promise. And I promise something else too. If you come live with me, I will never, ever leave you. No matter what.”

“Never ever?” she asked, her voice small but hopeful.

“Never, ever, ever. That’s what family means. Real family.”

A woman looking down and smiling | Source: Midjourney

A woman looking down and smiling | Source: Midjourney

Three months later, Lily came home, and I did what Erin never could.

I fought. I went through the process, home studies, background checks, and parenting classes. I proved, over and over, that I would be the parent Lily deserved.

The day I signed the final adoption papers, my husband Alex was by my side, along with Mom and Dad.

“We’re proud of you,” Mom said, squeezing my hand.

Alex wrapped an arm around my shoulders, pressing a kiss to my temple. “We did it.”

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A couple | Source: Unsplash

When the judge pronounced us officially a family, Lily threw her arms around my neck. “We did it, Mommy!”

MOMMY. The word I had dreamed of hearing for so long, from the child who had always held a piece of my heart.

Our life together wasn’t perfect. Lily had nightmares. She sometimes hoarded food, afraid it would be taken away. She asked questions I struggled to answer — about Erin and why her first family had left her.

But we worked through it together with patience, love, and a kind therapist, and with the unshakable certainty that we belonged together.

A happy little girl | Source: Midjourney

A happy little girl | Source: Midjourney

And Erin? CPS eventually closed their investigation without removing Noah, though she was required to take parenting classes and undergo regular check-ins.

As for me? I got everything I ever wanted.

Lily turned six last week. She was in the backyard with her kindergarten friends, wearing a butterfly crown she made herself, giggling as Alex helped them build fairy houses. Dad stood nearby, offering tiny twigs and leaves, while Mom was in the kitchen, placing candles on a castle-shaped cake.

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A little girl celebrating her sixth birthday | Source: Pexels

I was watching it all, holding the frame that held her latest school picture, right beside the crayon drawing she had given me that first day at the visitation center. The same three figures — two tall, one small — but now surrounded by butterflies and hearts.

She’s home. Where she always should have been.

Sometimes, the happiest endings come from the most painful beginnings. Sometimes, the family you fight for is more precious than the one you’re born into. And sometimes, the universe has a way of putting things right… by bringing people exactly where they need to be.

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A mother holding her little daughter’s hand | Source: Pexels

This work is inspired by real events and people, but it has been fictionalized for creative purposes. Names, characters, and details have been changed to protect privacy and enhance the narrative. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental and not intended by the author.

The author and publisher make no claims to the accuracy of events or the portrayal of characters and are not liable for any misinterpretation. This story is provided “as is,” and any opinions expressed are those of the characters and do not reflect the views of the author or publisher.

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