Twain's Grains

10/30/2026

Ever thought you were buying healthy whole wheat bread, only to realize you were tricked? 🍞❓
Let’s be honest: most people have no idea what "whole wheat" actually means when they pick up a loaf at the grocery store.
When bread is 100% Whole Wheat, it means the flour was made using 100% of the original wheat kernel—nothing stripped away during milling. That includes all 3 parts:
🌾 1. The Bran: The outer shell loaded with fiber, B vitamins, and minerals.
🌾 2. The Germ: The nutrient-dense core with healthy fats and vitamin E.
🌾 3. The Endosperm: The middle layer packed with carbs and protein.
Standard white bread—and a lot of plain "wheat bread"—strips away the bran and germ, leaving only the starchy middle.
The Sneaky Grocery Store Trap:
If a bag just says "Wheat Bread" or "Made with Whole Wheat," it’s usually refined white flour with a splash of molasses for color! Always check the ingredient list—"100% Whole Wheat Flour" should be ingredient #1.
Quick poll: Be honest—did you know the difference between "Wheat Bread" and "100% Whole Wheat," or do you just grab whichever package looks healthiest? Drop your answer below!

10/27/2026

The days are getting shorter, colder and there’s rain in the forecast 🌧️

Rill Foods soup mixes are perfect for days like these, with crock pot instructions for something easy to come home to or stove top for dinner in 20mins!

Made in small batches just 3 hours away from Dayton at a small, second-generation family business. Where every batch is dried, mixed, and weighed by hand using high-quality ingredients sourced from Northwest Farmers and Co-ops whenever possible ✨

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10/26/2026

10/15/2026

Escaping my mind today and stepping right back in time.
I took a stroll to our family over a century year-old barn on our family farm to do a check-in with myself—a reflection of where I am today versus where these weathered walls built me.
Standing here, the memories came flooding back in layers. I can still imagine the echo of old barn dances in the loft my grandparents had, and the sheer effort it took just to lift a piano up there. But this place wasn't just a backdrop for fun; it was my forge. It’s where I trained horses as a kid, pouring blood, sweat, tears, and frustration into this dirt. It’s where my hardest life lessons, trials, and deepest triumphs were born.
It was a beautiful but wild life out here. You always had to be on high alert. I’ll never forget being on the tractor with my little sister when she was just seven. One minute she was sitting in my lap, we were carefree, singing and dancing without a worry in the world—and the next, we came right up on a bear. The instant shift from childhood innocence to "oh my god, we are turning around right now" is stitched into my brain.
Then there were the evening feedings, navigating that thin railroad bridge over the water as the early darkness set in. The dark out here was a different kind of beast, a scarce and heavy weight. You knew a cougar could be watching from a branch, or a bear could be rustling the berry bushes. I remember sprinting home from those PM feedings so fast, convinced my ankles were about to get nibbled by whatever was lurking in the shadows.
One night, the fear of the dark and the unknown got the best of me, and I skipped feeding. The next night, I was left with no dinner—rightfully so. It was a harsh, unyielding lesson that stayed with me forever: if you have animals, you feed them first. Period. Responsibility doesn't care about your fear.
Being back here brings everything full circle, tying my headspace directly to our roots at Twain's Grains. It’s about looking at the "grains"—both the weathered wood grains of this old barn and the literal, honest grains grown on this farm that have sustained generations. Sometimes my mind gets caught between those grains, caught in the tracks of everything I've carried since I was a kid. But looking at this landscape now, I realize that the resilience I need for whatever I'm facing today is the exact same strength that was forged right here in the dark.

10/15/2026

Do You Know the Heimlich?
The dust had finally settled after harvest and fields worked. The house had just been deep-cleaned—wiped down and reset right in the heart of the farm—when we sat down for dinner. I was genuinely excited: this was my very first time trying moose meat. On the menu were fresh backstraps, caramelized onions, mushrooms, and wheatberries tossed with butter and balsamic vinegar.
My excitement got the better of me. It wasn't the food’s fault—it was completely mine. I took a bite that was far too large and swallowed without chewing properly.
In a split second, the bite lodged tight. Panic set in. Desperate to clear it, I attempted water, but with my airway completely blocked, the water had nowhere to go. It blew right back out of my mouth like an unlinked garden hose under full pressure, spraying violently across the freshly scrubbed cupboards. Who knew a human body could produce that kind of force?
As my brain scrambled for oxygen, my arms went numb, my vision began to tunnel and go dark, and in the sheer shock of the moment, I completely lost control of my bladder.
Through the chaos, someone finally stepped up and asked, "Do you want the Heimlich?"
For a fraction of a second, I hesitated. I was terrified it would hurt or that it wouldn't even work. But with no air left, I gave a frantic nod.
The thrusts worked—and that lodged piece of backstrap went flying straight across the room.
Before I could even catch my breath, a brand-new wave of sheer panic set in: our dog was already sprinting spot-on for that airborne piece of meat. My immediate instinct was to leap right across the counter, tackle the dog, and save her from suffering the exact same fate. Instead, my weak, oxygen-deprived legs gave out, and I collapsed flat onto the floor.
Surviving last night was a stark reminder of how fast an ordinary dinner can spiral into utter madness, and how critical it is to know basic first aid. As for that incredible meal of moose backstraps, onions, and buttered wheatberries—it will definitely make a reappearance at Twains Grains. Only next time, it'll be served in tiny, well-chewed bites, and kept far away from the dog!

10/08/2026

Show your friends, team and valued clients how much they mean to you this holiday season with a gift from www.twainsgrains.com.
Corporate gifting doesn't have to be complicated. When you order your employee and customer appreciation gifts with us this Christmas, every order comes bundled with a complimentary e-cookbook. Thank you!!!

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10/08/2026

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