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Not since middle or even elementary school have I poured myself a glass of milk to drink. My introduction to, and later obsession with, coffee and coffee-like drinks encouraged me to think of milk as a condiment. Perhaps two or three years ago, I even lost taste for milk itself; the smell was a revolting.
In the past few days, as my coffee-maker is winding down its brewing practices and as my toasted bagel waits for its walk to the office, I have been pouring milk into my thermos. At first it was about three ounces of milk, which I would sip away at until one or two remained as a creamer, the usual. Now, it is about eight ounces. I get plenty of calcium from my current diet, so a morningtime cup of milk is nutritionally unnecessary. But, for the first time in a decade or more, the taste of milk appeals to me.
If I were to look at this analytically, because I may or may not do that frequently, I would say that the only changing variable in my life at the moment, at least variable enough to cause dietary shifts, would be my cycling. My life doesn’t revolve around this current infatuation, mind you, but I do know that my body has acquiesced to the caloric and fitness standards this cycling would otherwise demand. A newfound milk addiction may just be latest of many. Frankly, I’ve also recently fall in love with peanut butter sandwiches. If I remember correctly peanut butter sandwiches team well with milk. As would cookies. Potentially brownies.
race car.
June 1st, 2007 at 6:44 am
Add a sliced banana to that peanut butter sandwich and you’ll know what “really good” is!
June 1st, 2007 at 9:23 pm
If I am not mistaken, you are in Florida now for your Apple Rep training. Have you found anything on the menus there that fits your tastes? anything with peanut butter?
June 2nd, 2007 at 5:15 am
Freshly baked cookies and milk-best way to reach nirvana