While watching Bones the other day, the word apothecary came up. I love the oldy worldy sound of that word. I feel it should be said with a posh British accent. And hearing it, I picture jars of pills, potions, and maybe eye of newt. Okay, not eye of newt. Did you know apothecary is the historical name for a medical professional who formulates and dispenses medical substances? It’s derived from the Old French “apotecaire” and the Greek word for warehouse. While most times I picture a dusty, musty, old shop, maybe in Diagon Alley, there is another apothecary shop that’s full of sunlight and milkshakes. The Aldrich Apothecary in historic Council Grove, Kansas is a delightful spot. My husband and I first visited it almost 14 years ago, when we honeymooned in that tall grass prairie town that’s just a few hours’ drive from home. We’ve been back a few times since, and we always stop at the apothecary shop, and sometimes we have a malt or milkshake from the soda fountain. What do you think of when you hear apothecary?