National Milk Day

I am ever so grateful to have grown up in an era when parents and grandparents knew that milk helped build strong bones and healthy bodies, and considered it a necessary part of every meal. Thanks, mom and dad, aunts and uncles, and grandparents in Heaven.....

When we were kids there was always milk in the house, usually Glen and Mohawk, which we called Nelg and Kwahom, because we were just that weird. 

The milk plant where it was bottled was right down in town, and it was readily available in every little store around. When the folks had the antique and book stores in Fonda, the grocery where we bought it was just two doors down the street. Remember Collin's Grocery?

When we moved to the county to the north, where stores were not as handy, we bought milk from an area farmer. I don't recommend drinking raw milk today, unless it is from your own cows and you are confident of its safety and all, but we dipped it right out of the tank in those days and still managed to grow up pretty rugged.

Nowadays, Glen and Mohawk is long gone, but we buy milk from Stewart's two gallons at a time. Since the kids drink milk too, there are usually four gallons in the fridge. Whether it is poured on cereal, sloshed into every single cup of coffee that I drink (and there are many), or served with meals, we drink it every day at pretty much every meal. They look at us funny in restaurants when we order it with meals there too.....

I don't know what we would do without milk, but we sure wouldn't be happy. 

Thank you America's dairy farmers, especially the local folks who supply Stewart's with their award-winning milk. We would get awfully thirsty without you!