Right now, a workhorse of a machine is sitting in my husband’s woodshop. If it works properly it’s going to make our lives a lot easier over the next couple weeks.
I found it last Saturday through sheer luck and good timing. At the time I was out running errands and whining loudly, as I tend to do, about how we needed an electric apple grinder to go with our cider press. (A grinder, or “scratter,” reduces apples to a pulp to allow for maximum juice extraction.)