Back in my carnivorous childhood years, my mother used to make us a treat every Christmas Eve. She’d take bacon, onion, and velveeta cheese, grind it through an old metal hand-crank meat grinder, slather the mixture onto buns, and toast them. It was a disgustingly nummy treat, and I was always fascinated by the mechanism of the meat grinder. I used to imagine what it would be like to get my hand stuck inside it. Well, thanks to the kindness of Ken who forwarded me the attached link, now I know.
(Warning: Very Squeam-inducing.)
Wooooooooooooooo My Mom had one of those meat grinders and I used to think the same thing….Looking at this doc dig the arm out of the grinder in that one shot….looking quite focused. It’s amasing he didn’t loss more of that arm.
Morgana
Wow. Those images are intense! That’s exactly the sort of thing I cannot help but imagine when I see machinery like that. Yikes.
very impressive
I’ve seen the photo of the hand in the grinder before but never the full set, including the extraction! You know not much gets to you anymore if you can munch on sausage and pepperoni calzone while looking at these photos AND think to yourself, how good the condition of some of the tendon looked, and as pointed out – the focused and very calm, “I see shit like this everyday” look on the doc’s face. LMAO
I used an hand crank meat grinder when I was about 6 helping my grandmother make meatballs for the Saturday service at a restaurant where she was the Chef. It would be only her and I there, very early in the morning.
So, yeah that thought had gone through my head at an early age, but I had thought it impossible to do with a hand crank meat grinder! (and now that guys hand is throughly cranked)
Cheers
Sandy