Buttermilk was often enjoyed by my family as I grew up as a night-time snack with crackers. I have many memories of my dad standing at the end of the kitchen counter drinking the stuff. He would crush a few crackers into the buttermilk and eat them with a spoon. It’s about like eating soup with crushed crackers. My parents and brothers liked buttermilk, but I never did. I tried it a couple of times, but one taste was all the sour I could stand. Later, when I was married and learning to cook, I discovered great recipes that called for buttermilk like pancakes andRead More →