I have a closet full of cans filled with wheat kernels. It's part of our food storage and I thought it was about time I put it to good use. My children bought me a new kitchen island for my birthday. It's lovely. Shiny stainless steel shelves, butcher block top, a place to tuck away stools and, most importantly, a nice little spot for my wheat grinder.
Up until yesterday this wheat grinder has been living on a small microwave cart in my bedroom. Don't ask. It's been unusable because the cart was much too flimsy and would not hold up to constant grinding. It's quite a workout, grinding wheat. No electric powered motor here, I use good old-fashioned woman power.
Grind, crack. Grind again. Grind again. It's a process that makes my arms hurt and sweat break out on my brow. And, I love it. Why?
Because I am making food for my family. This flour will become pancakes and bread. Freshly ground flour has an amazing taste. Full, nutty and rich, there's nothing like it. That I get to be a part of the entire process of making food is a simple joy that makes my heart sing.
Plus, it's really good exercise!