I Didn’t Mean to Start Making Flour at Home
Honestly? I didn’t set out to be the kind of person who mills her own flour. That always sounded… exhausting. Like something you do if you live off-grid with goats and 12 kinds of cast iron. But life has a funny way of nudging you into things, doesn’t it? It started one afternoon during that weird stretch in 2020 when grocery shelves were half-empty, and I was trying to bake bread because—well, what else was there to do? I had yeast. I had a sour mood. But I didn’t have flour. Not a scoop. I stood there in the pantry …