“When I was very small, back in the 1930’s, my daddy used to feed me what he called simply “butterbread and coffee.” He always put sugar and milk or cream in his coffee, plenty of it, and then he would spread butter on a slice of white bread, fold it, and dip it in the coffee, like you would a doughnut. I loved it. I would sit on his knee while he dipped the butterbread in the coffee and I blissfully sucked the soaked edge off of that bread. Other grownups were critical about this– they said it would give me black knees. But that never stopped my Daddy from feeding me this heavenly treat. And I did get black knees, but not from coffee. It was pure old dirt.”
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