tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8761770527911636718.post2665989303213989472..comments2024-01-13T12:40:55.100-06:00Comments on Preparing - One Day at a Time: Day 43 WorkCrystal J. Younghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00910296295616507866noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8761770527911636718.post-69175233020902446742010-11-23T14:30:50.227-06:002010-11-23T14:30:50.227-06:00Bread and milk was a staple at our house. We made...Bread and milk was a staple at our house. We made bread once or twice a week, eating over a loaf a day. We had fresh milk from the cows. Our 'sides' varied: slice of cheese, fresh onion, fresh radish, peanut butter, jam, etc. It was wonderful!Trumbull Familyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15499564752911351351noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8761770527911636718.post-1005945153535771842010-06-25T09:31:40.558-05:002010-06-25T09:31:40.558-05:00When I was a child we used to beg my parents to ha...When I was a child we used to beg my parents to have bread and milk for dinner! My dad would drizzle honey over his, but my mom preferred to eat hers with salt and pepper and cold boiled beef on the side. I liked to have a small dollop of strawberry jam on a side dish that I could dip my spoon in and then into the bread and milk (I don't like milk that has been sweetened). Nowdays I just prefer my bread and milk just plain - using either white or wheat.<br /><br />My dad told me that EVERY night, as an after dinner snack, my great-grandparents would sit down to a bowl of bread and milk. They would snuggle together with the one bowl, two spoons, and share the time together. That thought still gives me "warm fuzzies"Dawn Van Nosdolhttp://www.apreparedhome.comnoreply@blogger.com