When I was in 2nd grade, we lived down the street from the Old Mill with my grandparents. Occasionally, my Papaw would take me to the mill to purchase buckwheat pancake mix from Charlie, the mill’s proprietor. I’d wander around looking at bags of pancake mixes and listen to the men chat and catch up at the other side of the store.

I learned a few things on those visits(𝘗𝘢𝘱𝘢𝘸 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘢𝘥𝘥 𝘢 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘳𝘰𝘱 𝘰𝘧 𝘢 𝘩𝘢𝘵)-this particular early Saturday morning was a lesson on wheat.

You see, around the world, most grains…