THE FOOD GRINDER

Post last updated: October 10th, 2018

Over at A3acrefarm, Marcia posted an article entitled “You Old Crank” and I had to snicker when her readers talked about their Momma’s old-fashioned food grinders. My Momma had one, too, and I wanted it. I also wanted to make sure that it was in my possession before Momma happened to pass from this world. I have a brother and a sister who might lay claim to it but when my niece started putting yellow sticky notes on things she wanted when Momma left this world, I became alarmed. In other words, the stakes were high. I wasn’t about to sneak stuff out of her house like a thief in the night so I asked to “borrow” the things I wanted.  The effect was the same as the thief in the night, though, because I had no intention of returning these things. As she realized things weren’t coming back, it became a joke between us. Anytime she couldn’t find something, she’d ask if it was one of her possessions on “permanent loan” at my house. Sometimes I’d let her “borrow” it back for a short while. Anyway, I have the food grinder:

And the white bowl with handle:

And the wonderful potato peeler:

And the hymn book:

8 thoughts on “THE FOOD GRINDER”

  1. I love this post. I think you “borrowed” some seriously fine treasures. Your Momma must feel honored that you want things that remind you of her. (And I’m honored that you mentioned my blog in your post. Thank you!)

  2. I have no idea why you are attracted to all the kitchen stuff since up until a year ago you were domestically challenged. I guess you are trying to catch up for lost time.

    1. Now lissen, Lady Di, it has always been necessary to feed myself which meant a certain amount of time in the kitchen. Most of what disappears from Momma’s house is a kitchen item and these disappearing acts have been going on for years. It didn’t just start a year ago.

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