The annual pancake supper was my favorite event when I was a kid in the 1950s and 1960s at our little church in Loyd, Wisconsin. The cows were milked earlier and faster the night of the pancake supper. Milk cans full of water were delivered in late afternoon. There was no running water in the church; there was no indoor plumbing of any kind. The outhouses were in the back across from the cheese factory.