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!