When I was a kid, I was allowed to have Postum.  I liked it.  I still do and enjoy it most in the winter.  I have perfected the way I make it and for me it is better than hot chocolate.

I make it with about a tablespoon of postum, fill the mug with milk and a minuscule amount of brown or organic sugar.   Then the mug goes into the microwave to heat up.  I stir half way through, which makes the postum mix in nicely and gives it a cappuccino style froth.

I took some to J’s house.  I asked if he would like to try some.  He told me that he doesn’t like the stuff and thinks it tastes like nothing.  Now you have to remember that when I tell him I don’t like something, he gets on my case, asking me to please reserve my judgment until I have tasted what he has made.   But I didn’t give him a hard time about that, I just went ahead and made it to my specifications.

I went to drink my postum and asked if he would like a taste as I had made it.  He agreed and then soon I hear “Maybe you would make me some possum!”  (no, that is not a misspelling, he thinks it is amusing to call it possum.)  Now, every time I visit I hear “Maybe you will make us some possum!”

I guess that reserve of judgment goes both ways!