As the old man continued to talk, I knew for sure he knew a whole lot more than he was telling and somewhere in this conversation he was going to lead me down the proverbial garden path.
"Your Aunt Sadie has been trying to get me to drink organic milk. I told her if it comes from the milking part underneath a cow, then it ought to be about as organic as it can get, but she won't listen," he went on to explain. "So, she has been buying it at the organic place and I've been buying regular milk from the local dairy on the side. I've been keeping my milk hid in the old cooler at the barn. During the night I would pour her organic milk out and replace it with my good stuff. This has been going on for a while until this afternoon."
From the look on his face I could tell the results of his adventure was not going to sound too good. "I asked Sadie to give me a glass of milk with my tea cakes," Uncle Sid went on to explain. "After I took a drink or two she asked me if my milk tasted good and I said it was as good as usual. After I said that, she held the carton in front of me and pointed to the freshness date. Would you believe that carton expired six months ago? I had not been replacing the old carton. Just throwing the new ones away!"
I couldn't help but look away to control my laughter. Uncle Sid at the time was having trouble finding the humor I was seeing. "What did you tell her?" I asked. "The only thing I could," he said kicking the ground around the bucket he was sitting on. "I just said, 'Sadie, that organic milk sure does keep long don't it.' And, right after that was when I met you out here in the garden. I came here to keep Sadie's carbon foot step off the seat of my organic overalls."
It is never a dull moment with those two around. And, the debate over organic and non-organic continues.