As I sat down to dinner last night and surveyed everything that was on the table. I realized I hate myself. If I’d had a crystal ball when I was 16 and saw what I’d placed on the table last night I probably would’ve slit my wrists. What did I see? Homemade bread that I’d ground the wheat for, and green beans I grew in my own garden (which I try to keep organic).
EWwwww…. when DID I become this person?
Well, it’s obviously happened slowly.
We’ve gardened pretty well for the last 5 years and slowly I’m getting more into it. I might even get a compost bin (hate myself for wanting one).
I’ve always enjoyed fresh bread, but now that I have a grinder and I have read some stuff on the Internet I am really excited about all the health benefits that fresh ground flour can give a person. Also, as I think of the people who consistently grind their own wheat, they are not overweight, not in the slightest… usually they are some of the skinniest people I know. Of course, that is most likely a trend I will buck… Our church has a thing called the “Word of Wisdom” and I have really been struck by how they stress eating grains and using that as the staff of life (my mom hates that part, since she’s allergic to wheat). This morning I just ground a few cups to have on hand in the freezer when I’m baking. I made some chocolate chip pancakes with it, it was delish.
The good news is, the salad came out of a bag, so I can’t completely hate myself. I just think it’s interesting how people change. I still vow I will never take up tole painting. Or making glass grapes. You’ve gotta draw the line somewhere.
** I’d be happy to grind wheat for anyone local. Of course, you’ll have to get your own wheat, but I might even be able to help with that.