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They were evidently small men, all wind and quibbles, flinging out their chuffy grain to us with far less interest than a farm-wife feels as she scatters corn to her fowls.
If I could remember the names of all these particles, I'd be a botanist
With coarse grain to eat, with water to drink, and my bended arm for a pillow: I still have joy in the midst of these things
Seeds blow in the wind and what is earf but a deadness with life growing out of it?
In good yeares corne is hay, in ill yeares straw is corne.
Ragweed,wild oat,vetch,butcher grass,invaginate volunteer beans,all heads gently nodding in a morning breeze like a mother's soft hand on your cheek ...
Planted, a single corn seed yielded more than 150 fat kernels, often as many as 300, while the return on a seed of wheat was something less than 50:1
The wind in the grain is the caress to the spouse; it is the hand of peace stroking her hair.
And common is the commonplace, And vacant chaff well meant for grain.
was like a crystal bowl filled with warm kettle corn. But when you lifted it up and checked the bottom, you could see a layer of burnt, unpopped kernels. The kind that makes you flinch from the unexpected bitter taste. The kind that may cause you to chip a tooth.
A lucky person is one who plants pebbles and harvests potatoes.
A definition is a sack of flour compressed into a thimble
Whether it's a potato or a nut, it's a foodage!
Feel the wrath of wheat!
cup of all purpose flour
It's hard to beat the rough texture of steel-cut oats, with their slight resistance against the teeth.
Popcorn for breakfast! Why not? It's a grain. It's like, like, grits, but with high self-esteem.
Trying to extricate from the long day the grain of pleasure
Ploughing, and clung to their feet with a weight that pulled like desire, lying hard and unresponsive when the crops were to be shorn away. The young corn
Everything is seed.
A fusty nut with no kernel.
Stone and blocks, like butter and bread.
Though your threshing floor grind a hundred thousand bushels of corn, not for that reason will your stomach hold more than mine.
A slight wind shakes the seed-pods
my thoughts are spent
as the black seeds.
Corn is a necessary, silver is only a superfluity.
Sometimes in June, when I see unearned dividends of dew hung on every lupine, I have doubts about the real poverty of the sands. On solvent farmlands lupines do not even grow, much less collect a daily rainbow of jewels.
Corn is cleaned with wind, and the Soul with chastening
We had grain but no mills, so I designed a special mill of wood so we could make flour.
In God's mill even chaff becomes flour.
Young man, if I could remember the names of these particles, I would have been a botanist.
The mills of the gods grind slowly....but they grind to dust.
Corn is a greedy crop, as farmers will tell you.
One mg. of iron supplied by wheat is not nearly as valuable as one mg. of iron supplied by salt.
It was the seventeenth-century English who gave corned beef its name - corns being any kind of small bits, in this case salt crystals.
There were pecans, there were cashews and then there was just plain nuts.
We necessarily sift a great many pebbles, much sand, for each nugget - but the nuggets are the reward.
What scrunched under our overshoes as we trudged through the stubble of the grainfield was the nasty mix of moistureless snow and windblown dirt that we called snirt.
Thousands of miles of wheat, indifference, and self- apology.
Beans are a roof over your head.
The idea that people are nutritionally deprived because they don't eat grain has no scientific basis.
Why should the cotton growers suffer if there is shortage of wheat?
Wet milling (to produce starch) is an energy-intensive way to make food; for every calorie of processed food it produces, another ten calories of fossil fuel energy are burned.
If have got my spindle and my distaff ready
my pen and mind
never doubting for an instant that God will send me flax.
Grits are hot; they are abundant, and they will by-gosh stick to your ribs. Give your farmhands (that is, your children) cold cereal for breakfast and see how many rows they hoe. Make them a pot of grits and butter, and they'll hoe till dinner and be glad to do it.
Maize is just another word for white corn, and by the end of this story, you won't believe how much you know about corn.
A brown composition, which looked like diluted pincushions without the covers, and was called porridge.
stuff and nonsense
communion with God in the middle of bags of flour
People floating like pollen in search of more fertile soil.
Hunger was shred into atomics in every farthing porringer of husky chips of potato, fried with some reluctant drops of oil.
A grain of devotion is more valuable thank tons of faithlessness.
Val was eating cornflakes. She ate very little else, at home. They were light, they were pleasant, they were comforting, and then after a day or two they were like cotton wool.
hand-crank sieve.
Completely dried up, They've become beans.
From a grain of sand in the Pearl comes.
Jen's been hiding the sugary cereals behind the granola, so I forget we have them.
It's not a very nice thing to do.
Jen likes the granola that feels like crackling leaves.
I like cereal with taste as opposed to feelings.
Farmers facing lower prices have only one option if they want to be able to maintain their standard of living, pay their bills, and service their debt, and that is to produce more [corn]
To look at them, leaning against the counter in the tiny kitchen, is to understand the connection between farming, itself an act of blind faith, and religion. If you can believe in a year's worth or corn or beans, it seems, you can believe in anything.
Masai and elephants. The rest is dust.
Inside every seed is the potential for an incredible harvest.
Mid the sharp, short emerald wheat, scarce risen three fingers well,
The wild tulip at the end of its tube, blows out its great red bell,
Like a thin clear bubble of blood, for the children to pick and sell.
With the advent of spring and beginning of the new harvest season the creators of abundance, our peasants, come out to the fields to sow with good aspirations and hopes.
The collision of a great man with a great idea strikes fire in dry flax.
Daughter of wheat and grain, Betrothed to soil and stain, Your lifeblood drips, The scales tip, But will it be in vain?
Beans, beans, the magic legumes - the more you ingest, the more you consume.
So that's us: processed corn, walking.
Grain by grain, a loaf. Stone upon stone, a palace.
For almost two years, the rain had been sparse, and grain was becoming increasingly difficult to obtain. Augusta did her best to purchase whatever grain was available and send it to her people, but the ungrateful wretches still complained.
The whiter the bread, the quicker you're dead. Stick with barley and spelt.
Barley, where it succeeds, yields a larger weight of feed per acre than any other small grain crop.
Aint nuttin' but a peanut.
Corn is the only food you hold like corn.
There are some forty-five thousand items in the average American supermarket and more than a quarter of them now contain corn.
Ragweed,wild oat,vetch,butcher grass,invaginate volunteer beans,all heads gently nodding in a morning breeze like a mother's soft hand <>ong>onong> your cheek ...
He filled a bowl with cereal that looked like twigs a squirrel had pooped out.
The sublime is contained in a grain of dust.
Corn and bean people, I'm afraid, have extremely specialized minds.
You will think me rhapsodizing; but when I am out of doors, especially when I am sitting out of doors, I am very apt to get into this sort of wondering strain. One cannot fix one's eyes on the commonest natural production without finding food for a rambling fancy.
The more fodder, the more flesh; the more flesh, the more manure; the more manure, the more grain.
Flour boiled thoroughly in milk, so as to make quite a thick porridge, is good in cases of dysentery.
Keep out of Chancery. It's being ground to bits in a slow mill; it's being roasted at a slow fire; it's being stung to death by single bees; it's being drowned by drops; it's going mad by grains.
Red beans and ricely yours.
The problem of estimating the mineral and activator contents, in other words the body-building and repairing qualities of the displacing foods used by the various primitive races, is similar in many
Aggle flabble kabble . . . snurp?
Oats. A grain, which in England is generally given to horses, but in Scotland supports the people.
What did you have for breakfast? Bitch Flakes?
A nutritious substance supplied by a bountiful Providence for the fattening of the poor.
What is a tiny insignificant seed that, when Spring arrives, It should not be annihilated for a tree to arrive.
This is why you're all kernels and I'm a major general. 'Cause you got corn silk in your ears.
What you feed in yourself that grows.
Everybody in Penton, even Hannah, was ridiculously strong - what did they put in their Wheaties?
The corn was orient and immortal wheat, which never should be reaped, nor was ever sown. I thought it had stood from everlasting to everlasting.
One of the products I swear by is Sante Barley.
mountains of pancakes, eggs, and bacon.
In every grain of wheat there lies hidden the soul of a star.
Corn! Corn! Corn!
The object of powder is powder.
Beans are a roof over your stomach.
I like beans. Lentils are beans, right? I love beans and rice.
The mills of God grind slowly, but they grind exceedingly small.