Gratitude Day 29: I'm grateful for Bread and Milk and Peanut Butter.
I grew up on a farm. My parents raised six children. Our refrigerator always held several gallons of fresh milk, just waiting for us to pour a glassful for breakfast, after school, and of course for dinner. My mother kept the freezer stocked with homemade bread. If the current loaf was more than half gone, it was your job to pull another loaf out of the freezer. There was always a jar of peanut butter in the cupboard. I usually ate school lunch, but I grew up on bread and milk and peanut butter after school and after meals if I was still hungry. My kids have all eaten their fair share of peanut butter sandwiches and we've gone through countless gallons of milk. I even bake homemade bread fairly regularly. To this day, if we have bread and milk and peanut butter in the house, I feel safe and secure. If we were to ever run out . . . then I would start to worry.