We bought 800 pounds of wheat in 1967 in Cambridge, Massachusetts 02138. Tom bought tins and dry ice for proper storage for that soon-to-come apocalypse. We moved all of it to Minneapolis in August of 1970 and then moved it again to Provo, Utah in 1985. We moved it to a storage unit and then back to our house. It's the most expensive wheat ever bought. (In some places in this world, there is an on-going apocalypse already).
We brought one tin to the apartment. It sat in our kitchen for awhile where Tom became aware of it and decided he would try sprouting the wheat. He went to YouTube for instructions. This is day four of changing the water and sifting the wheat, but nothing green has sprouted, although the wheat is swollen as if it could sprout any minute. It sits on the kitchen counter on a plate with a wet cloth over it.
I discussed this with the sisters at card night, and one of them said that if treated with dry ice, the wheat would not sprout.
I told Tom this when I returned. He immediately googled wheat and dry ice. Someone, sounding quite authoritative said that dry ice does NOT keep the wheat from sprouting.
I just looked. No sprouts.
I want the wheat to sprout.
Will they sprout?
Remember that book by Ruth Krause, THE CARROT SEED, where a little boy plants a carrot seed and everyone says that it won't come up, but it does become a large carrot.
I don't want to be that person who says it will never come up. I don't want to be that person.
But, honestly, I think I am that person.