Of all things to collect, one of the things my wife collects is old meat grinders, and she is especially fond of the small toy, miniature, and salesman's samples. I made her a couple of small cabinets. The red one is #1 Poplar and painted and the other one is Walnut. I got used to using flush mount hinges on all of the other cabinets I made but I wanted to try to install the hinges on the Walnut one the proper way. Somewhere along the way I ended up doing it the wrong way, it's bothered me every time I look at the cabinet but that's the way it is.
These cabinets are very nice reproductions of early America, well done. As for the hinges, there is no "right way", unless of course you mount these to open in - that won't work. Hinges mounted on the outside are meant to be ornamental, I like the look of the L hinge, but the other also looks fine. It's a matter of personal taste.
Came out great. I don’t notice the hinges until I read the story.
I remember my mother using one of those grinders. My favorite recipe was ground up pickles and Bologna sandwiches. It’s funny how your project brought those fond memories back.
Last week I was even shopping for one on line to make that old recipe. Tell your wife she has a great collection. 😊
Thanks James, those sandwiches are still popular today. A variation of it is the ground bologna and pickle with a slice of cheese wrapped in tinfoil and heated up in a campfire.
Very nice cabinet Dave, they are well suited for the collection of grinders. I remember helping my mother as a kid grinding meats for one thing or another. And yes the baloney and pickle sandwiches are tasty.
Great pair of cabinets, with authentic period look. We had a 'mincer' as it was called in the UK, when I was a kid. Roast meat joint on Sunday, sliced cold meat and leftover mashed potatoes on Monday, and, if their was any meat still left, then mincemeat rissoles on Tuesday! Happy days. Thanks for the memory.
Like Eric said. My mother used to let us help her with the meat grinder. I would turn the crank and my big brother would push in the food. Ever time I see my brother I feel guilty. We were never allowed to use that thing again.
