I don't really care for milk and don't drink it very often. K drinks it enough that I still have to buy it by the gallon, but the amount I drink is negligible. As a child, I was required to drink milk--and I probably even liked it. These days, I put milk on my cereal and I cook with it and that is about it.
All this thinking about milk began when I drove past our local dairy today. Their brand of milk is the ONLY brand I buy. I have tried other brands, but they taste 'funny' to me. Can't explain it, but the one time I bought a 'regional' brand, K had to drink it all himself--neither A or I could choke it down. This is only the second brand of milk I have had in my life--other than whatever I had to get while I lived in South Carolina for a short time.
The area where I grew up had dairy farms. Of course, they weren't nearly as big as what most people would think of, but they provided a way of life for quite a few families--among them, relatives of mine. These relatives sold their milk to the local dairy, so that is the brand The Mother bought. I NEVER drank any other brand--we had to support the relatives. Amazingly, I didn't have to switch to my present brand till the first dairy closed in the 1980s.
When I was young, we drank whole milk. Once in a while, we even drank raw milk--we would get it from my uncle's farm. The thought of drinking either makes my skin crawl today. Quite a few years ago, we moved from 2% milk to skim--which is all we have in the house now. I remember my great-grandmother had her milk delivered--in glass bottles--and the first thing she did was poured out the cream from the top of the bottle. This was what they used for coffee. So, in essence, was the milk that was left skim milk? Interesting.
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