First, they ground up the wheat on the deck. The leaf blower took care of what they left behind.
Next, everything (including almost a couple of fingers and a nose) went into the mixer. Then we baked the bread.
And finally we ate it. Yummy! Grandpa learned that, even if it is waaay past bedtime, he gets points for letting the boys taste the product of their labor.
I wonder what's up for tomorrow.
1 comment:
Marilyn is driving out to Denver next week and that is exactly what we are going to do, bake bread! I hope our bread looks as good as yours!
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