Bread and peanut butter are sure and steadfast staples around our house. Our supply had been depleted for several days already, so I decided to make some yesterday....then realized it was a great opportunity to make good on my promise of pictures!
The stars of the show: fresh, sorted.....let me just insert a little note here: Basically, EVERY dry food item has to be sorted or sifted here before you use it: Flour? sift out the bugs. Beans? pick out the stones and the bad beans. Cornmeal? sift out the meal worms and bugs. Sugar? get a spoon and pick out the ants. Peanuts? Sort out the bad ones. The past weeks I have even had to carefully pick bugs out of the oats every time I need to use them.
ahem...anyway, fresh, sorted, unroasted peanuts.
(Next to them, by the way, are the beans for lunch, which the girls were preparing.)
Once they start popping and darken in color, they are about ready.
After they are all roasted, you have to rub them in your hands until all of skins come off.
Once you have the skins off, you can toss them and let the wind take the chaff away (isn't there a word for this process in English? I can't think of it).

I'm not quite a pro yet....probably lost a few more peanuts than I should have...but the chickens were happy.
After that, you have to sort them AGAIN, picking out the bad ones you missed or the good ones you burned, and sifting out the germ, which apparently makes the peanut butter bitter, not better (ha! shout out to Betty and her butter! what what!).
The beautiful batch that's left is then carried up the way a few yards to a house with a grinder. After setting up the grinder rustic style, the peanuts are put in that hopper at the top.
Then, you hand crank away (this is how we go to the gym).
I'm not cranking as enthusiastically as it looks...it was actually just really windy.
What goes into our peanut butter? Peanuts, salt, and hot pepper. Wait, hot pepper? Yep. We make ours mild, since there are people in the house who don't like it too spicy (you know who you are!).
Golden, natural, delicious.
So there it is. Seem time consuming? um, yeah, but most things are when the grocery store is 5 hours away. (It's certainly not done in a Jiffy...get it? ha!) Luckily, I actually enjoy pioneer era-type activities.
It reminds me of the time my neighbor came home while I was sitting on my porch in Lancaster city shelling lima beans that I had grown in my little garden plot behind a local church (seems completely normal to me). He seemed to walk by every time I was engaged in this or a similar activity. He gave me one long, puzzled glance and said as he mounted the porch steps,
"You have the strangest hobbies."
Well, I kind of thought that his under-age partying and pot-growing habits were strange hobbies, so it's no wonder we didn't understand each other.
Obviously, he didn't grow up shelling buckets of peas on his Nana's porch.