BY PATRICIA LEHNHARDT
STEPHANIE STATON
Dreaming of crispy waffles and rich, dark coffee as I slowly stir from a restful sleep can only mean one thing: It’s going to be a buttermilk morning! Just the word “buttermilk” brings back memories of home on the farm, warm cozy afternoons with buttermilk scones and tea in front of the fire, crispy fried chicken for Sunday supper, luscious cakes made for neighbors dropping in to chat over coffee, or a relaxing soak in a buttermilk-and-honey bath.