Bold the ones you have and use at least once a year, italicize the ones you have and don’t use, strike through the ones you have had but got rid of.
I wonder how many pasta machines, breadmakers, juicers, blenders, deep fat fryers, egg boilers, melon ballers, sandwich makers, pastry brushes, cheese knives, electric woks, miniature salad spinners, griddle pans, jam funnels, meat thermometers, filleting knives, egg poachers, cake stands, garlic crushers, margarita glasses, tea strainers, bamboo steamers, pizza stones, coffee grinders, milk frothers, piping bags, banana stands, fluted pastry wheels, tagine dishes, conical strainers, rice cookers, steam cookers, pressure cookers, slow cookers, spaetzle makers, cookie presses, gravy strainers, double boilers (bains marie), sukiyaki stoves, ice cream makers, and fondue sets languish dustily at the back of the nation’s cupboards.
• My pizza stone does not fit in my oven; that’s why I don’t use it. (Was a gift.)
• Why I have a rice cooker is answered with “I inherited it from Rosemary.” She owned my house before I did. This is the answer to the collection of seagulls, the Garfield in fishing waders, the original window treatments which I kept for a long time (because her taste tended to be only slightly feminine), miscellaneous broken photographic studio gear and art supplies, and a whole lot of other things I still have.
• Slow cookers, oh man, they’re magical devices. Srsly.
• I have a food processor I don’t use, either. I swear, I don’t want any Christmas gifts; they just go to waste with me, sadly.