I finally ordered my grain mill. Finally.
I've only had my hard white wheat berries since January. Don't even start to count the months!
I researched and procrastinated...
...and researched some more...
...and procrastinated even more.
I tend to do that (the research and procrastinate part...oh, who am I kidding? I do the sighing thing, too.) when I'm not sure what to do about something. I recognize it as a flaw. That's the first step to recovery, right, admitting you have a problem?
I got the WonderMill grain mill. Love it! It cost the same at every reputable dealer I checked, and because we have Amazon Prime (which I got for free! I need to do a post on that one!), shipping was free.
Side note -- If I'm going to order something online, Amazon's one of my go-to places because we have free shipping, and their return policy is great! (No, they have no idea I'm writing about them right now.)
So I got the grain mill on a Saturday determined to open the box and start grinding that wheat.
Monday...Tuesday...Wednesday.....nothing happened. Are you sensing a pattern here?
Thursday...Friday...Saturday...Seriously? Oh for heaven's sake! Just grind the darn wheat!...
Sunday...Monday...Like the title says -- "Big Fat Chicken!" I certainly qualified.
What in the world did I think was going to happen?
Was I afraid it would explode?
burn down the house?
spray flour everywhere? (not a completely unfounded concern)
I was unsure, so I procrastinated.
I really don't like that about myself.
So, the Monday 9 days (yes, 9 days!) after I got my grain mill, I finally ground my first batch of wheat to make my bread (hence "The Little Red Hen").
And nothing bad happened. No wheat spewed; there was no fire or explosion; it actually was over relatively quickly. It didn't even make the baby cry. Huh.
Then I made my first loaves of whole wheat bread. with wheat I had ground.
What an accomplishment!
And...since I had some over ripe bananas, and once I get my booty in gear I tend to be an over achiever I made two loaves of walnut banana bread and two loaves of craisin applesauce bread.
It rocked. This week, I actually made whole wheat bread...twice.
Oh my. This could get dangerous.