My Dad tells stories of how he and his siblings would fight on milk delivery days to be the one that got to eat the hard buttermilk that formed on top.
We still had our milk delivered to us in the 70s when I was a wee lad. It wasnt raw milk though. At least I dont think it was. I remember chasing the milkman around in the summer hoping he would give us a chunk of ice off the big blocks he had in back of the truck.
My Dad tells stories of how he and his siblings would fight on milk delivery days to be the one that got to eat the hard buttermilk that formed on top.
We still had our milk delivered to us in the 70s when I was a wee lad. It wasnt raw milk though. At least I dont think it was. I remember chasing the milkman around in the summer hoping he would give us a chunk of ice off the big blocks he had in back of the truck.
Good o'l day.