We were invited to our neighbor's house yesterday to break bread.
This was no ordinary bread. He had been planting rye grass in his yard and then got to wondering what would happen if he let it grow and harvested it? Well, he let the whole yard grow and then, recently, harvested it with a scythe. Then he threshed it. And winnowed it. And ground it. And made bread.
It is (and was) a work of art! I can't even begin to tell you how good it is.
In return, we brought some of the apricot ginger mulberry jam which not only tasted fabulous on the bread, the mulberry tree is across the street from his house. Talk about eating local!
This was no ordinary bread. He had been planting rye grass in his yard and then got to wondering what would happen if he let it grow and harvested it? Well, he let the whole yard grow and then, recently, harvested it with a scythe. Then he threshed it. And winnowed it. And ground it. And made bread.
It is (and was) a work of art! I can't even begin to tell you how good it is.
In return, we brought some of the apricot ginger mulberry jam which not only tasted fabulous on the bread, the mulberry tree is across the street from his house. Talk about eating local!
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