This whole weekend was an ongoing celebration! On Saturday, while I was away visiting at Roxie’s house, my DH moved dirt and finished filling the raised bed. Sunday morning I awoke to fresh coffee, a made-to-order omelet and bacon served in bed. BACON. . . in bed. . . with coffee! After a leisurely morning of spinning, lounging and grocery shopping we decided to take a family drive.
The destination d’ jour was the Cedar Creek Grist Mill, located just outside of Woodland, Washington.
The mill was originally built in 1876 and through the years it’s seen many changes. It was restored in 1989 and is now open for tours on weekends. It is staffed by volunteers who narrate the history of and operate the mill.
The mill is powered with water from a flume running next to the busy creek.
The mill stones originally came from Europe. The man running the tour said that using the wrong kind of rock could ruin the flour by getting pieces of sand in with the wheat, etc. I’m not sure exactly why there were the various hoppers, etc. It may have had something to do with the type of grain being ground, etc. There were quite a few people there and we couldn’t get close enough to hear all that the speaker was telling us.
In the picture below you can see the wheat falling from the hopper into the grinding area between the stones.
The finished flour was collected in a bin on the floor.
From there the operator filled brown paper sacks and gave them out to the waiting crowd. He ground bread flour during our visit and there were left over sacks of cornmeal from an earlier grinding. He really seemed to have his heart set on making pancake flour though and he was disappointed when several of us expressed an interest in baking bread instead (bread uses a harder wheat). The tour and flours were free, but there were requests for donations to keep the mill operating. We dropped $20.00 in the box and left with a cookbook, some cornmeal and with wheat flour from the demonstration we watched.
We’d only been home for about 10 minutes when my brother called. He’d been down in Salem visiting one of his daughters and he called for directions to our house so he could stop by. Here he is with A2 in the garden area.
He couldn’t stay long because he had a long drive ahead and work on Monday.
In the evening I baked some honey, whole wheat bread with the freshly ground flour.
The bread was amazing!
Happy Mother’s Day to all of you moms, aunts, grandmas, etc. out there. I hope you all enjoyed a wonderful day!