Fresh Milk

Dad used to bring the milk from the barn in a large cooking pot. He would then filter it and something had to be done with it pretty quick, because it was not pasteurized and would go sour.
Sometimes it was made into cottage cheese.

When it would set for a while the cream would float to the top and I liked to dip my finger in it and taste it. It was very heavy cream and pretty good.

On Sunday's we always had pancakes and I remember dad would get the milk and start them, he always made them for some reason. I don't remember Mother ever making them, maybe because it was always on a Sunday when Dad was off and he loved making them.

He used to go through the same steps each time he cooked them and explain what he was doing and why. He would have one of us kids stir the sugar in the hot water to make the syrup. They were good.

I always liked mine with butter and cottage cheese, I still eat them that way.