Yes, I Have A Love Affair With Milk
I love milk. I L-O-V-E love it. It’s a love affair that has been going on my whole life. In fact, is not just love, it’s a craving. Oh, how I crave milk. When I was a kid, my mother would limit the amount of milk I had at the dinner table. I was allowed one glass until I finished my meal and only then I could have another. And this was the late 60’s – early 70’s when milk was considered God’s gift to the world of children’s beverages. But I drank that much milk. In fact, I would have rather filled up on milk then eat most of the food that was being passed before me.
When I became an adult, I discovered that I could drink milk whenever I wanted, with no limitations. And drink I did. I ordered milk with dinner at restaurants. I drank milk with my lunch. I ate cereal in the morning. And I drank milk in the evening, plain and chocolate. By the time I was 30, I was drinking half a gallon a day. No lie. (Trust me, I’m not Pat Robertson.)
Eventually all this bad press started appearing about milk. It was too full of fat. It was no good for adults. Cows were full of hormones. Milk was wasted calories. I could go on and on. I was crushed. But then 2%, 1%, and fat-free started to hit the markets. To be quite honest, original fat-free milk was disgusting. It even had a bluish hue to it. And I didn’t like 1% that much better. But I was able to switch to 2%. Still, everyone kept telling me milk was no good for me…
When I went through my depression and lost all that weight, I stopped drinking milk. Well, in all honesty, I stopped drinking and eating most everything. When I did start to eat again, I kept milk off the menu. I thought since everyone was telling me that I shouldn’t drink milk, I’d go without it. We did have milk in the house but it was in small amounts for recipes. Still, I missed it. I missed it a lot. But I learned to go on with out my beloved milk.
Besides, I still at ice cream, pudding, cheese, and yogurt. They’re all milk products. And I love them all. In fact, my favorite cheese is good old white American cheese. (I’m a Yankee doodle dand…uhm, sorry, got carried away.) Anyway, it’s all dairy but it’s just not the same as a nice cold glass of milk. Nothing is like a cold glass of milk to a milk addict.
Well I’ve put on at least half of the weight I lost and I’ve started drinking milk again. No, the milk did not make me gain the weight. I gained it before I started drinking the milk. I drink Organic milk now. (I drink SuperFresh’s brand, Americas Choice or Horizon – with the cow on the box. Both are good.) And I switch between fat-free and 1% and I’m loving it again. (Today’s fat-free milk is nothing like it was years ago. It’s surprisingly rich and creamy.) One of the things I am really enjoying is a nice warm glass of Ovaltine before I go to bed. And I love the old school, malt Ovaltine the best. I sip on a nice warm mug of Ovaltine and I feel like a kid again. Mmmmmm…
Now don’t start yelling at me because I’m drinking milk. After all, I am drinking organic milk which is better than just regular milk. If I could get my hands on raw milk, I’d drink that. Unfortunately, no local raw milk is available where I live. So I drink what is available–fresh, delicious organic milk. And to all you naysayers, you anti-milksters, you milk hating mongers, I say “PHOEY!” I’ve given up quite a bit in my life and it’s time to take something back. Don’t cry for me, milk. The truth is I never left you. And if anyone gives me any lip service, you better watch out cause I know some pretty super men who drink milk.