My brother Johnny and my cousin William went into the kitchen to get something to drink.
“Want some milk?” Johnny asked.
“Sure.”
William watched in confusion as Johnny began to fill a glass with tap water. “What are you doing?”
“Here you go,” Johnny said as he scooped a half a cup of white powder from the Instant Milk box. He overturned the measuring cup overtop of the glass, dumping powder into the glass and spraying powder around the table top.
“What is that?!” William stared in horror.
“Milk.”
“That’s not milk,” William said, as he thought back to the tasty fresh milk he was familiar with at his home. Milk that was delivered fresh to the back door daily.
“Just stir it up; it’s fine.” Johnny pushed the glass toward William. He grabbed a glass for himself and proceeded with the milk-making process.
“I’m not drinking that!”
“Oh, come on, it’s not that bad,” Johnny taunted. He sipped it quickly to quench his thirst.
“Yuck. I’ll just have water,” William said as he shook his head.
“Ah, you’re just spoiled,” Johnny teased. He laughed.
— Anybody else remember drinking powdered milk back in the 70’s?
SueAnn Porter 