[Arvon]

Years ago an evangelist friend of mine was preaching at a small community

church. And as the custom was at that time the preacher stayed with one of

the families of the church. Breakfast was always a family event,

especially when company was there. With five kids, a husband, and a hungry

visitor to feed. The wife cooked up a huge meal, bacon, ham, eggs,

biscuits and gravy, hash browns, pancakes, with all the trimmings. To make

it better there was home made jellies, maple syrup, butter, and sorghum

molasses. This preacher loved sorghum molasses and after he had eaten all

the he could hold of everything else he ask for the molasses. When he

poured enough into his plate he rolled the jar to stop it from flowing as

molasses is real thick. While he was doing this he noticed the five year

old son of the cook watching him and after a long few seconds the little

boy pipes up and says for all to hear, "lick it preacher we do."