Once again, there is no milk for my coffee. This is a conundrum I run into quite often.  The irony is, we own a dairy farm.  .  Elijah could consume a half gallon at a time.  His brother is now not quite far behind. . .  I would find myself standing in the kitchen with a cup of coffee, needing milk. . . He would complain; but Elijah would make a special trip down from the barn..  Secretly he knew he would benefit from the milk too. So this morning I find myself without milk.  And I improvise with whipped cream.  It's not the ... View Post