Angebote zu "Westmark" (7 Treffer)

Westmark Kurzzeitmesser
9,99 € *
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Mit Magnet auf der Rückseite, sekundengenaue Einstellung bis 99 Minuten und 59 Sekunden. Inklusive Batterie, 1 x LR 1130, 1,5V. Kurzzeitmesser

Anbieter: Galeria Kaufhof
Stand: 15.04.2019
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WESTMARK Digitaler Timer, Kurzzeitmesser, Eieru...
7,95 €
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6,76 € *
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Kurzzeitmesser mit Magnet auf der Rückseite. Sekundengenaue Einstellung bis 99 Minuten und 59 Sekunden. Die runden Tasten lassen sich gut bedienen, das Display ist groß genug und lässt sich gut ablesen. Das Alarmsignal ist gut hörbar, pro Tastendruck ertönt ein Ton.Weiterer Lieferumfang: Batterien im Lieferumfang enthalten

Anbieter: Danto.de
Stand: 21.04.2019
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Westmark Kurzzeitmesser
12,99 €
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Westmark Kurzzeitmesser ´´Futura´´. Der mechanische Timer lässt sich beliebig bis 60 Minuten einstellen. Einfach die Uhr komplett aufziehen und dann die gewünschte Zeit einstellen. Mit Magnet auf der Rückseite. Aus Edelstahl. Rückseite gummiert mit Ethyl-Vinylacetat-Schaum (EVA).

Anbieter: Erwin Müller
Stand: 18.04.2019
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Westmark Digitales Funk- Bratenthermometer
31,95 € *
zzgl. 5,95 € Versand

Bratenthermometer / Material: Edelstahl / Materialeigenschaften: hitzebeständig, rostfrei, spülmaschinengeeignet / Ausstattung: Standfuß, Befestigungsclip, Stoppuhr, Timer / Anzeigen: Garstufenanzeige, Alarmdaueranzeige, digitalanzeige / Bedienmöglichkeiten: digital, funk / Maßeinheit: Celsius / geeignet für: Fleisch / Temperaturbereich: 0 bis +250 °C / Lieferumfang: Basis, Thermometer, Taschenclip, Bedienungsanleitung / Länge: 6,5 cm / Breite: 12,5 cm / Anzahl der Batterien: 1 / Energiequelle: AAA 1,5 Volt / Farbe: silber

Anbieter: idealo-Deutschlands
Stand: 27.02.2019
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Westmark Digitales Funk- Bratenthermometer
31,95 € *
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Bratenthermometer / Material: Edelstahl / Materialeigenschaften: hitzebeständig, rostfrei, spülmaschinengeeignet / Ausstattung: Standfuß, Befestigungsclip, Stoppuhr, Timer / Anzeigen: Garstufenanzeige, Alarmdaueranzeige, digitalanzeige / Bedienmöglichkeiten: digital, funk / Maßeinheit: Celsius / geeignet für: Fleisch / Temperaturbereich: 0 bis +250 °C / Lieferumfang: Basis, Thermometer, Taschenclip, Bedienungsanleitung / Länge: 6,5 cm / Breite: 12,5 cm / Anzahl der Batterien: 1 / Energiequelle: AAA 1,5 Volt / Farbe: silber

Anbieter: idealo-Deutschlands
Stand: 27.02.2019
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WESTMARK Digitales Funk-Bratenthermometer, Flei...
49,95 €
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Digitales Funk-Bratenthermometer mit einer Vielzahl von voreingestellten Kerntemperaturen. Ein tragbarer Empfänger sorgt für Mobilität Reichweite bis 30 m. Beleuchtetes Display, Timer - Stoppuhr Funktion. Temperaturanzeige in °C oder °F, Messbereich von 0° C - 250° C. Inklusive 4 Batterien.Weiterer Lieferumfang: Inklusive 4 Batterien

Anbieter: Danto.de
Stand: 21.04.2019
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Bad Ideas (eBook, ePUB)
9,49 € *
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Why do they do it? Why do they do it? What makes them drive their fists through walls, through windows, into each other?s faces? What makes them press the burning ends of cigarettes into the backs of their hands while staring into each other?s eyes? Why do they ride wild horses, bucking bulls, motorcycles, whatever crazy, dangerous, stupid thing they can climb onto? And when they are thrown, trampled, broken to pieces, what in God?s name makes them get back on? What makes a man imagine that he can drive a car up a ramp and fly over bales of hay, buses, creeks, canyons and forget that he will break his ankles, his ribs, puncture his lungs, bounce his brain off the inside of his cranium when he lands. If he is lucky. If his sorry life is spared one more time. And why are these the ones? The ones making noise, wasting space. The ones that are covered in scars, that should be dead. The ones with less than half a brain inside their heads. Why are these the only ones she ever loves? And here comes another one, sad story and all. His jeans riding so low, his T-shirt so thin, his eyes so dark. Jesus Christ. She?s a goner. Again. Because the air became water That first spring evening seemed like a long time ago now. A lot can happen in seven months. A lot can fall apart. Trudy would say that it was like a scene in a movie except no movie she had ever seen was set anywhere that looked anything like Preston Mills, Ontario. Scrubby shit-town clinging to the bank of the cold grey St. Lawrence River. Eight hundred inhabitants, one grocery store, one gas station, one corner store called Smitty?s where you could fill tiny paper bags with stale penny candy. Swedish berries, toffee nuggets, black balls, licorice nibs. One pool hall no female would dare to enter and that hollering, fighting men tumbled out of at hourly intervals each evening. Six churches, one of them Catholic, one evangelical - complete with snake-handlers and speakers of tongues - and four barely distinguishable flavours of Protestantism: Presbyterian, United, Lutheran, Anglican. A mile east of town, one massive set of locks that hugetankers eased into, then were slowly lowered and released to continue along the river to the ocean. And there was a mill, WestMark Linen Mill, that employed Trudy and her mother, Claire, as well as most of the other working adults in the town. There must have been other mills at some point, at least one other, to justify the town?s name. Maybe a long time ago, when it was Preston Mills, the first. Because this was Preston Mills, the second. Preston Mills, the ugly. In the 1950s the town had been taken apart and reassembled between the river and the railroad tracks when the Seaway had gone through. Highway H2O, they called it. The way of the future. Higgledy-piggledy little Preston Mills - with its winding streets and courtyards, its barns and chicken coops and crooked lanes, its docks and boathouses and pebble beaches, was taken apart and put together again in straight lines. Houses jacked up, wrenched from their foundations, lifted onto trailers behind trucks, dragged back from the water and deposited on dirt lots along a grid of new streets. Schools and churches were taken down brick by brick and built again. The scar of the old town was still there, at the bottom of the river: the streets, the sidewalks, the rectangular concrete foundations, the fence posts. A map-like outline of the whole town imprinted on the riverbed. And every day giant ships passed overhead, casting shadows over the sunken town like long, black clouds. Graveyards were moved, too. Coffins dug up and tombstones moved to flat, treeless fields. People worried that the workers had lost track, that the bodies no longer matched the names on the stones. But how would they ever know? They wouldn?t. The empty graves were flooded along with everything else. Slowly erased by silt and stones and shells and waving fields of seaweed. (There were still bodies under there, though. Everyone knew it. For some graves, living relatives could not be found. Or there were people who were too squeamish or too superstitious to have their loved ones disturbed. Slabs of stone were placed over the graves to ensure the coffins didn?t float up to the surface after the flood. A sad fleet of haunted little boats bobbing around here and there on the surface. Not good, thought Trudy. That would not have been good at all.) A new, arrow-straight highway bordered Preston Mills to the north. The old

Anbieter: buecher.de
Stand: 23.04.2019
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