Somewhere, I still have my mom's old cast-iron 1950s grinder, that I have not used but maybe once in thirty years.
When I was a kid it was my job to crank the grinder. My mom made hamburgers and sausages with it from whatever they had at the commissary, because sometimes the hamburger "didn't look good".
To me all hamburger looks pretty much the same: Suspect.
I unconsciously tend to avoid the stuff. Too many hamburgers, meatloafs, and plates of meatball stew growing up.
When I was a kid it was my job to crank the grinder. My mom made hamburgers and sausages with it from whatever they had at the commissary, because sometimes the hamburger "didn't look good".
To me all hamburger looks pretty much the same: Suspect.
I unconsciously tend to avoid the stuff. Too many hamburgers, meatloafs, and plates of meatball stew growing up.