My dad's family were wheat farmers in Kansas, and growing up I spent a lot of my summers there helping one of my aunts cook during harvest time for the field crews. We made a LOT of food for breakfast, dinner and supper. There is nothing prettier than a field of wheat just before harvest, under a blue sky with a breeze rippling those golden waves. Thanks for the post and the pictures, brings back so many memories and gratitude for hardworking farming families.

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