Over the years I have tried to collect non electrical backups for all my kitchen appliances. A few months back I found this old meat grinder and had to have it. You know, in case the power went out and I just HAD to grind something. I put it up on my shelf of “old things” and forgot about it. Yesterday after buying a twelve pound pork shoulder to make sausage, I come home to discover that I’ve lost a small piece to my kitchen aide grinder attachment. I turned the kitchen upside down looking to no avail. It simply vanished and is somewhere with missing socks and mini screw driver sets.
Trying to figure out what to do, I looked up at the hand crank meat grinder and heard that dark daunting music from some far off place. The idea of hand grinding meat like our grandmothers did sounded fantastic in the antique store. But actually doing it was another thing all together. Not wanting the meat to go bad, I had no choice but to roll up my sleeves and get to it.
It took two and a half hours and I honestly thought my arms would fall off when I was done. I felt like such a wimp. I’m sure a pioneer woman would have had it done in half the time. But that was daily life for them. They were a lot tougher than we are today. They had to be. We depend on modern conveniences that weaken us and that makes me sad.
Last night as I sat searching the internet for the missing piece and wondering if I’d be able to move my arms in the morning, I decided that I wouldn’t order the piece after all. I was actually paying for a part that makes me more reliant and weak. That makes no sense. I retired what was left of my grinder attachment, which leaves me with the antique manual. Some could argue that convenience is worth the cost of the part and that would be partially true. But I believe left with my only option being hand grinding, I’ll get stronger and faster as time goes on. It’s just another way in my life that I’ve found that simplicity and a reduction of options makes me stronger and more independent.