With my coffee I had nutty, rich buckwheat pancakes from golden grain grown in a sunny field, harvested, threshed, and ground to a fine flour, mixed with oil, pressed from the tiny kernel of beautiful yellow sunflowers. I poured over them maple syrup, made from sugar extracted from green, willowy canes, and flavored with maple which dripped from the bark of a hardwood tree in the frigid early spring of the year.
All this, for pennies, I found in the various storage areas of my kitchen, the product of several seasons of labor. I made it in minutes.
I am so thankful for all things growing, and the people who tend and harvest them!
What about you?