buckwheaty

Resembling or characteristic of buckwheat.

“There is not anything this side of hell as mean as a licensed saloon, and I would rather have five uncompromising than 500 wishy wash, buckwheaty men to fight this damnable curse.”

We have just gotten in a car of genuine old-fashioned dark buckwheat. This buckwheat is real old-fashioned kind; it’s pure; it is not mixed with wheat flour, nor corn flour, nor anything else; it’s the regular old buckwheaty buckwheat and you’ll like it.

With buckwheat.

Now she is Frederick, all valleys and hills, / The Linganore driving the old water-mills; / Now she is Garrett—most rugged of maids / A-wing o’er the bloom of the buckwheaty glades, / Tiptoe on peaks where the Great Savage thrills / The heart that looks off from its huge colonnades / To the winding Potomac, that trails like a band / Of silver-spun ribbon across the green land.

Breakfast? No Longer Buckwheaty / We learn with dismay that the 1955 crop of buckwheat was the smallest in 89 years. It now takes only two million bushels a year to fill the demand. At that rate we shall soon have a generation of children who never tasted a buckwheat cake on a frosty morning.