After prayer meeting Wednesday, I did something quite unusual – I ate milk and crackers. It is unusual, for one thing, because of the combination. This is not merely milk and crackers eaten separately. No. This is an intimate union between both inside the glass of milk. This is also unusual because I have not done this for probably 20 years. My dad would often eat milk and crackers in the late evening, after supper. Of course, I would follow suit. For some reason, last night I had a hankering for it. It did not disappoint. Hopefully, it will not take another 20 years to enjoy such an unusual, tasty, memory-filled treat. I wonder, do you have a snack you used to eat as a child? Do you have a memory of eating something with a family member? I would love to hear your story.