The next page in this book of reflections follows up on a point raised in my previous post: what happens to milk that the delivery guy leaves on someone’s porch if it’s either too hot or too cold out? I think someone had to be home to bring it inside. But luckily, mom was right there in the kitchen, making dessert!
As I grew up on a dairy farm we did not have milk delivered. We did, however, skim the cream from the milk and churned our own butter out of it. And made our own ice cream. I ate a lot of ice cream in those days. And drank a lot of milkshakes.
Alex Good 
Are the reflections in this book entirely about milk? Did other things happen in the past, or was everything understood in terms of milk delivery?
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Stay tuned! There are many nuggets of wisdom from this book to come.
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the main headquarters of my former church was connected to a farm. There was a youth weekend and so a bunch of us traveled up north to it. The morning that we had to leave, we left early. I grabbed what I thought was a pitcher of milk from the walk in fridge. turns out it was cream. You really don’t want to eat a bowl of cold cereal with cream 😦
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Haha! No. I think I may have done that once myself.
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I used to have the top of the milk as a treat on my cornflakes when I was a kid. When they stopped doing bottles that had the creamy top I went on to toast.
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I just had dinner with some friends last night who are in their mid-70s. One of them remembered milk being delivered by a horse and buggy. They mentioned the business about the cream and how they would fight over who got it. They also said that the bread and milk did have to be brought in right away when it was delivered but that was never an issue because mom was always at home. The good old days!
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