My first attempt at grinding sprouted spelt was... memorable. I’d read about the fresh flavor, but no one warned me it behaves like fairy dust. Within minutes, my kitchen sparkled like a snow globe — golden flecks everywhere, including the dog. Now I grind outdoors, feeling every bit the mountain homesteader as the wind carries away the extra flour.

I love the feeling of bringing in a basket of fresh-picked vegetables from the garden—or grabbing a few bunches of organic produce at the market when I don’t have a garden going. Whether it’s just-washed lettuce or a bundle of carrots still speckled with earth, that freshness is something I want to hold onto.

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