Mirro Matic

I’m sentimentally attached to my wind-up Mirro Matic kitchen timer. We go way back to summers in the 1950’s when I helped my mother make blueberry jam at the lake cottage.

The timer is predictably accurate and reliable, so it’s not to blame for the fact that I burned a tray of Christmas cookies today. I simply could no longer hear its sweet, chiming “ding.”

For this reason, I've decided it must be time to retire the Mirro Matic. 

My oven has a timer built into its digital panel, one that wails a continuous, raucous ba-bleeeeeep, ba-bleeeeeep, ba-bleeeeep like some screaming, eccentric lunatic.  I'll be using it now. At least I won’t be able to ignore its riotous cries, unless I’m not wearing my hearing aids in which case I won’t hear a thing and could easily burn more cookies.

Thanks for sharing minutes in the kitchen with me, Mirro Matic.  You’ve been a loyal friend.