Xxx: One day my mom asked me to grind the carrots on a Soviet meat machine. When I started it was hard, the pen didn’t spin and my mother cried that I was weak. After an hour of mowing about three kilograms of carrots and simultaneously pressing a glass of juice, I went to rest because my arm hurt. Mother grieving approached the meat machine and began to spin it but could not twist it. When I removed the meat mower, I found that I forgot to put a knife and I pressed the carrots through the meat mower for an hour without a knife.

This is what it means to cut without a knife.