About 10 years ago there was a PBS reality show, Frontier House, where a bunch of modern day Americans were taken out to Montana to live as frontiers-people did in the 1880s. And other than the guy who built a house from the ground up for his bride, the woman I remember best was a baker. If there’s a skill that’s valuable and will keep an early settlement going (other than building shelter!), it’s being able to grind wheat into flour and bake loaves of bread by feel, by memory. I’m not a baker by instinct, I’m a baker by following instructions, particularly when it comes to breads. Wolf has always been the baker around our house. I’ve found myself better at biscuits, my patience suited to a quick knead and cutting out biscuits.