I turn 65 years old this month, and ever since I was a little kid I have wondered – exactly what is a flour sifter for?
I mean, sure, I get that it sifts flour. But why does flour require sifting? Well, last week I was up in the pantry loft sorting through some stuff, and I came upon three 5-lb bags of flour that got shifted behind some other stuff – probably when I first set up the new pantry going on two years ago – and was way older than I normally allow flour to get. It seemed fine, and it bakes up okay but it had really set up and it broke into some truly annoying lumps.
So today, in hope of not having to order one on-line knowing it wouldn’t arrive until after I’d already used up that 15 pounds of flour, I went from store to store looking for a flour sifter in the crappy little town nearest where I live. The dollar store didn’t have one. The food store had a tiny one that wouldn’t have worked and cost $15. The drug store turned out to have exactly what I was looking for.
Yeah, it’s just that kind of town.
Oh, and I got that trailer tire fixed finally. So that’s done.