Milk: The New Wine

I don’t drink alcohol for a number of reasons, the first and foremost being that is simply hate that fermented taste.  The smell gets me before my tongue gets involved, and when I can taste it . . . yuck!

However, I really, really happen to appreciate a great glass of milk.  At our wedding we had a toast with milk in fancy glasses.   I drink a glass of milk with most of my meals, and I appreciate every single drop.

Around here, when I’m having a rough time and happen to be at the grocery store, I purchase a carton of fancy organic milk.  Truly, I most definitely can taste the difference, and it’s my favorite liquid treat.  I’ve never cared for soda.  I’m not a coffee drinker either, and while I like tea just fine, it just doesn’t make me happy like milk.  I hide the special milk in an obscure place in the refrigerator, and pull it out when I need to feel a little more cheerful.  I don’t buy the fancy organic milk very often, usually when I know Dr. Peds is going to be out of town, or sometimes when a set of circumstances really makes me feel sad for one reason or another.

The great thing about milk, is that you can drink a lot of it and there aren’t any major ramifications.  On a difficult day I have been known to have five glasses of milk.  Sometimes six.  Maybe more, because who’s keeping track????