Day 28: Flour

I ordered my first 50 pound bag of flour in years. If you’re in Oxford, it’s easy – one call to Moon Co-Op. It’s fast. I ordered it last Thursday, and it came on Tuesday. It’s cheap – less than a buck/pound. It’s good – King Arthur, which I think is what they made the Care Bear clouds from.

And it feels like an old friend. When we first moved to Oxford 10 years ago, life was messy, and I adopted some homemaking practices to cope. Questions of identity and ambition – both of which affected income – took some figuring. At least I could make bread.

Well, first I had to learn how to make bread, but after that, at least I could make bread! From there, I took up chicken broth, and then, yogurt. I touched down on canning (too much sanitizing) and pasta (didn’t have the right tools).

Then, I had to let it all go when life took me outside of the home. I wrote a whole blog series about it.

But now, I’m back home, and so is the 50-pounder! It reminds me of the time a friend from my early ’00 Muncie days moved to Oxford. We hadn’t expected the reunion, we didn’t know how long it would last, but we were game for fun while it did. We had good time in the year she was here.

So too are Flour & Me. We made biscuits yesterday and cornbread the day before. Today, we set two loaves of sandwich bread to rise, and we have pancake batter ready for breakfast-dinner tonight.

My thighs are jiggling just thinking about it.