The morning had passed quickly. The sky aggressively becoming darker and darker. Mykal forgot about neglected chores until his stomach rumbled. While everyone went inside, Mykal accomplished a few tasks. From the coop he gathered two dozen fresh eggs before heading to the barn. When the cows saw him they mooed loudly, eager to be milked.
In the kitchen, Mykal poured fresh milk for everyone, set a saucer in front of each person and filled it with virgin olive oil. It was a luxury, the oil. Fresh churned butter from cow’s milk was the price. Merchants loved Grandfather’s butter. He added garlic to it. Not too much, but just enough to give the butter special taste. The recipe was perfected by him. Other farmers often tried imitating it, but with little success. He seasoned the oil with herbs
