Sorry about the picture being a little blurry, but this kitchen utensil deserves its own story space. We received this “Dial-a-Matic” for our wedding shower back in October 1976. It was the hot utensil back then, and I was ecstatic when I opened the box - envisioning all the scalloped potatoes I would be making after we were married. Remember - I only knew 2 dishes…scalloped potatoes and shit on a shingle chicken. I have used this slicer many, many times, and it has held up very well, although it has taken on a funky shade of yellow over the years. In the last couple of years, Andy has repeatedly said that I need to upgrade and get a new mandolin, but I have relentlessly refused to change…until today. I almost took my finger off with dang thing because it has become so rickety and loose, I have to hold it together in order to slice the potatoes. So I will admit, it’s nearing the end of it’s safe usefulness. But still tonight I placed it back in the pantry in its own special place, not sure if I can really let it go…perhaps maybe I can get one..more..dish out of it?