Growing up my siblings and I each had to make dinner once a week. I hated it! Each and every week I would "prepare" salad (from a bag) and baked potatoes. It was simple, no extra dishes or serving bowls.
Fast forward 10 years...
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| Fresh wheat berries waiting to be milled |
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| Fresh milk being enjoyed |
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| Buttery biscuits soaking overnight |
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| Clean jars ready to be refilled at the dairy |
I would have never imagined this would be my life but I would not trade it for the world...unless I could get a self cleaning kitchen?!
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