My Mothers's old meat grinder, as she called it. This morning, sitting in the restaurant, Deb said she wants to take our hash-browns home to make potato pancakes. I said they're too greasy. We take the stuff not real good for us home, the quail need the nourishment more than we do. She said her Mom made them by using a grater. I recalled my Mother's potato pancakes as having pretty long strings of fine-cut potato: she used the old Universal grinder shown, it's still with us! The fine-toothed cutter wheel to the right was most-used. Last I ran the thing, it was to crush peaches for wine! A real sight is when it grinds raw liver for dumplings! Ugh!
Anybody still got one? imp
Anybody still got one? imp