It started with a gut feeling—literally.
After diving into ingredient labels for skincare and household products, it didn’t take long before I started questioning our food, too. I realized that even “healthy” store-bought bread was full of preservatives, additives, and flour stripped of almost all its nutrients. I kept thinking… if I wouldn’t put synthetic chemicals on our skin, why would I feed them to my kids?
So I bought a mill. And everything changed.
Now I bake our bread from scratch using fresh-milled flour that’s alive with nutrients—iron, B vitamins, fiber, and oils that actually nourish instead of spiking blood sugar and causing crashes. Our bodies feel the difference. My kids are more full, more focused, and less inflamed. I feel better too—physically and emotionally—knowing exactly what’s going into their growing bodies.
Five quacking zephyrs jolt my wax bed. Flummoxed by job, kvetching W. zaps Iraq. Cozy sphinx waves quart jug of bad milk. A very bad quack might jinx zippy fowls. Few quips galvanized the mock jury box.
Get My Bread Recipe
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