A Golden Field...

... stalks of wheat, waving in the breeze.

In 1882, my great-grandfather camped in a tent that first year on the homestead while clearing the land that would become the family farm. By the time I came along 81 years later, those fields of wheat and other grains were the mainstay of my grandparents’ lives.

First by hand, then with a threshing machine, and finally a combine, those fields of grain grew and were harvested for over a century by my family. My memories of the harvest, riding on the combine, and filling the grain silos are close in my mind. All of which remind me of my grandmother baking buns. Walking into the farmhouse after a day of chores, the smell of warm, baking buns coming from the kitchen spelled L-o-v-e. Food was hard work, and the fruit of all that labor was a table set with what was a feast in a child’s eyes.

To learn how a combine works, check out combine harvesters page at explainthatstuff.com - http://goo.gl/Wsbsh7

For my grandmother’s air buns recipe, see below.