"Make?" is cooking, specifically, mixing up something involving flour and oil (pronounced oy-woll, which is inexpressibly adorable). "Mill?" refers to the flour mill. Generally, T. wants to go down to the basement to retrieve the container of flour from the freezer, but he can actually be redirected from this. He cannot be redirected from "Mill?" We order wheat berries from Eden Organics. Normally, I run the mill when the kids aren't around, because in the past, it used to freak the living daylights out of them -- it sounds like an airplane about to take off. But recently, T. has decided that is just the coolest thing ever, so I'm grinding just what I need for whatever we're going to "Make?"
The first thing we made was pineapple upside down cake, because I had half a cored and peeled pineapple in the fridge; the other half had gone into fruit salad the week before and this needed to be used. We've also made waffles (to go into the freezer to be eaten later), "snack" (aka blondies, which my walking partner and I have, except not this week, because she just had her wisdom teeth removed) also for the freezer, no-knead bread and rolls, blueberry buckle, blueberry muffins and, today, a small single layer chocolate cake.
And yes, they were all made with 100% freshly ground whole wheat flour.
A. was willing to try part of the blueberry muffins. R. ate most of the rolls; there's still a little of the bread left. The blueberry buckle is long gone (boy, that tasted phenomenal with a little peanut butter spread on top). And the pineapple upside down cake did not come out of the pan well (my bad -- didn't prep the pan correctly), but tasted great. The waffles and "snack" are what they always are.
I have no idea how long this is going to last. If it keeps up, I'm going to seriously work on the no-knead bread recipe (I really did not put enough salt in it, which is to say, I barely put any in at all -- a couple twists of the grinder). But I think tomorrow's "make" will be cinnamon applesauce cake. There are so many things I haven't made in years, because the kids would just be brutal every time I tried to make something.
If only T. was interested in _eating_ the results of "make". He just wants to up-end the measured amounts into the bowl and stir. "Stir". Also a good word.
Alas, so far attempts to "make" things that do not involve flour have utterly failed.