Whew. You made it. I was worried. For those of you who might have gotten here using a traditional method, rather than following me blindly through the labyrinth that poses as my frontal lobe you might want to back track a bit and read this first.
Okay, are we all together now? Good. So, where were we? Oh yeah, fresh wheat berries led to pig feed, and now here we are to connect it to the work of a literary master. I hope Swift is okay with this, if not, I’ll just pretend like its satire.
When Gulliver travels to the land of the Houhoumhohummnohonhnhouymns he’s at a loss for food, the horses just eat oats, and the yahoos, well, they’re vile and savage, they have overgrown fingernails they used for tearing into their prey. So what would become of our hungry traveler?
If it’s good enough for the Houhoumnhouhyyohoomnhouohhoouhoymhouyoumnoyuhmns then it’s good enough Gull. So, here, for the first time ever, we have a Classic Recipe:
Heat the Hlunnh with the fire. Rub the husks off between your hands. Grind the oats between the stones. Mix with water. Form paste into cakes, toast in the fire. Choke down with a trough of milk.
So, there you have it – my newly ground flour, to animal feed, to Gulliver, and back again with a must-try recipe.
I hope it works with wheat.