Yogurt was not something you could buy in a typical grocery store 40 or 50 years ago.
You certainly couldn’t find it sweetened, pre-mixed, in 30 different flavors in little plastic cups.
In fact, most people had no idea what yogurt was. But I did. Because my mother made it. And sold it. And we ate it. Along with her coarse, nasty, raw-wheat-germ bread and muffins.
That was bread in our house those years. No white flour — except for the occasional birthday cake. No candy at home, except on Christmas. No toasted wheat germ. Just raw wheat germ. Which has a bitter flavor and aftertaste. Toasting the wheat germ degrades its nutritional value. Think my Dad got that from Adele Davis. Or J. I. Rodale.
We had brewer’s yeast drinks daily — which I still like. And a handful of carefully chosen vitamins laid out for us. And raw sunflower seeds for snacks. And for treat, “wheat germ candy.”
Wheat germ candy was wheat germ and powdered milk and honey mixed together and pressed out (more…)