My mother had a Spong mincer, which she clamped to the dining table and I had the job of mincing leftover meat from the Sunday roast to make shepherd's pie later in the week.
She also loved her Prestige pressure cooker, but I just recall the awful smell and have no desire to use one.
She didn't have a washing machine until years after I had left home, just a gas 'copper' to boil the sheets. I remember the arrival of a Spinarinse in the mid-1960s to replace the mangle in the scullery.
My first boyfriend's mother had a Kenwood Chef, and gosh, didn't she go on about it! She was a hopeless cook, but loved to show off. She got a Keymatic washing machine, which was a big thing to boast about, but it didn't wash things well enough and she reverted to a twintub!