Momma kept an old meat grinder hidden on a top shelf in the kitchen. When she had chunks of meat to grind, she would reach up, pull it down, and attach its built-in clamp to the end of the wooden kitchen table.
“Come yah one o’ y’all churn,” she would yell. As my sisters and I ran into the kitchen to see what she wanted, our faces would light up as we spotted the meat grinder. Momma didn’t like to grind the meat, because it worked her elbow and back too hard. But she knew we loved t