I have to tell you a little story. When I was a kid, we had many ministers who would come eat with us. My dad and the ministers were busy talking. My mom poured him a glass of milk and he added chocolate to it. It was buttermilk. I do not remember if he even noticed what he was drinking. I just have to laugh when I think about that. Some of my precious memories. Thanks. God bless.
Great story.
We always had the preacher and his wife and at least two deacons and their families for dinner on Sunday after church. My mom got up early, early, caught, killed and cleaned and fried four chickens and made a huge bowl of potato salad. After my dad milked the cows, he would churn a freezer full of VANILLA ice cream. While he was churning it, she would continuously say, “Now Lee, be careful so you don’t get salt in the ice cream” and he would just smile and say “yes dear”, although to my memory he never did. My dad would not allow anything chocolate in the house so everything we had was vanilla/white. Cakes had to have white frosting. Don’t think I ever had anything chocolate until I was at least 12.
Our childhoods were certainly different than now.