When I was much younger, my family was friends with a family with whom we visited often. They had a daughter who was close in age to my sister and I so we did house chores together very often. Imagine us doing the dishes for instance, whilst singing and harmonizing our favourite songs.
However, this family had a different background/ orientation from ours and one of these was using the traditional grind stone to mill fresh food items. At our home, when there was no power to use the blender, our mum would have us use the grater or a small traditional mortar in which we simply pounded. Our interaction with this family was frequent and somehow not being able to use a grind stone began to make us feel inadequate...Read More