When I was a child, we always went to church services on Sunday evening after the cows were milked and chores done. We waited to eat until we got home about 8:30 p.m. Often we had popcorn, and always we had Postum, a steaming cup made with milk on chilly winter evenings. Mom would toast bread, spread it with home made butter, and fold the slice in half for us to dip into the hot Postum. I remember the golden pools of melted butter floating on top of the Postum and how wonderful it tasted. One of my warmest memories.
