Now I've got to make a lot of bread–I just bought 100 pounds of flour. I found a bakery supply way out in the countryside. It was in serious boulders, sagebrush, and corral country and the sign only indicated it was poultry supply. But sure enough, in a tiny office back in a loading dock area, there was a woman happy to sell me huge bags of flour for a fraction of what it costs at regular stores. Plus, the selection was incredible, with multiple protein percentages and over a half dozen mills to choose from. Their names range from the baffling, like All Trumps, to 1950s-style gee-whiz names like Purasnow. With over 40 flour types, my head was spinning. But I finally picked, and got some ultra cheap (4 cents each) brown bags for bread deliveries. It's getting more professional all the time. Now if I can just get my bread to be the right caliber, I'll be in business. Really.