One Vintage Food Mill with red wooden handle from an antique store in Seattle, WA. Spins and scrapes like the best of them.
In an effort to re-discover my childhood and learn to make homemade apple sauce, I happened upon this lovely food mill that reminded me of my mother’s, 2 days before my birthday. My girlfriend however had hoped to surprise me with a brand new one on my birthday. Now I have two and I’ve learned an important lesson: don’t shop for oneself in the weeks leading up to a birthday.
