Here’s another Mouli French beauty, this one the Shredder, as it was marketed on this side of the pond. I was looking for the larger model, but this was mint, and dirt cheap (I like dirt cheap). We had the larger one when I was a child, and it churned out literally gallons of coleslaw–think seven children, and innumerable cousins, none of whom lived more than a mile away. It wasn’t a safe place to be a cabbage.
I also have the full component of five shredder wheels, or plates, or what have you. My food processor now sits in the cabinet, lonely. I can only remember using it to make bread crumbs in about the last three years. The Mouli is just too easy to use.
Yes, I did almost set my cutting block on fire. That’s not an upside down Amazon smile.
Southern Fusion Cooking 