Around the end of last summer, I started getting an itchy throat (you know, between your ear and throat where you can't reach but you want to scratch with a fork?) every evening. For about a week, I kept thinking, "What am I eating with gluten in it?!" And then I realized: They were harvesting the wheat. Huge clouds of gluten were blowing around my neighborhood. I was breathing it. Crazy.
But this time of year, the wheat is in its innocent and beautiful grass-like form. I recommend taking a walk through a wheat field, if you get the chance. We have so many of them here. Seas of green stretch as far as you can see, and the wind whispers across the leaves in waves. It's incredibly peaceful.
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