This was yesterday’s job. My antique coffee grinder had been waiting around for me to commit and this was the only reasonable place it could go. It should be level from all the measuring and level checking but who knows. (And who knows what’s really behind that 3/4″ wood molding) It relies on shoulders/arms strength rather than hands/fingers. And the first pot today was spot on – just as it’s always been. For grins I checked the weight and it was dead on to what I’d been measuring out to grind, lol. Not sure how that’s possible but there ya go.
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I came across my Mom’s recently. Her folks used it for coffee, she/ we used it to grind dried black sweetcorn kernels for cornbread.
That’s great! I love the smell of that first coffee of the day, starting with the grind