Lots of folks around here have the “wheat mills” but I could never afford them, even when Igor was bringing in good money. According to him, (who grew up in Utah) it “wasn’t necessary.” The turns our lives took for 15 years proved that buckets of wheat would have been very hard to move and store.
However, I did have a very nice Oster that came with the dough hooks, the blender, and even an ice cream maker and I loved it. And used it. But when hard times came, it had to be sold. I’ve never been able to afford another with a motor powerful enough for the bread-making jobs. So I have a small hand mixer.
And there are some things I really want but can’t get. So I just dream and remember the aroma of bread dough when I lifted to towel to check the progress. And then the baking, filling the neighborhood with good smells!
Maybe you could Google up some no-knead recipes, more biscuitlike. I used to make communion bread, back in Norman, OK, and it was yeast-free but nicely bready.
Yesterday, I gave away the rocking chair that was in my bedroom, because we never rocked - only Frank, destructively - but now we need another chair because I need to sit down to put my socks on, at least most days ;-). I’m thinking of moving the Best Cat Chair - the one I found in the back hall of the church with a “Free!” sign on it - but Jake is napping on it, right here next to me, and won’t move.
Jake was really upset by the window installers. He was still acting edgy this morning, and his coat is gunky. Hopefully he’ll be back to normal in a day or so.