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Look at my new flour mill! (Or: Look at my mom’s old flour mill!)
I’m really excited about this thing. I’ve been thinking about milling my own flour ever since my friend Whitney sent me a link to a very glorious (and expensive) electric flour mill. Clearly, this baby ain’t electric, but I’m ok with that. After all, it does embody many of the things I look for in kitchen tools: (1) it’s old, basic, and well-made; (2) it’s a family hand-me-down; (3) it can double as a weapon. Besides, my ballet workout doesn’t do much for the arms, so this can act as a piece of exercise equipment as well. I just have to remember to use both arms equally, so I don’t end up looking like that girl Rachel I knew my freshman year of college, who worked at Ben & Jerry’s and had one huge ice cream-scooping bicep.
Note: The above picture will forever drive me crazy, as the right bolt that adjusts the plate isn’t situated properly. Bah!