Milk

My family were in town this weekend and while Betsy and I went to a rugby party, Corey and my mom went to Trader Joe's to buy organic snack food. I phoned Corey and said, "Can you please get me a half gallon of regular milk?" The next morning, I went to add milk to my tea and discovered a half gallon of whole milk in the fridge.

I meant regular milk, as in not soy milk made from soy beans. Milk squirted from cows, please! He interpreted real milk as milk only going through one step. Pasteurization only, please! My lactard husband doesn't know my milk.

I got very sad at this. I have drunk skim milk only for decades. As any milk drinker knows, one can go down in milk fat, but one can never, ever go up. And I can certainly not consume whole milk. How can my husband not know my milk? I started quizzing him on other things. What is my favorite trail mix? What is my cereal? He said, "I know your tampons!"

I suppose this should be a small consolation, but what am I t0 do with the half gallon of heavy cream in my icebox? One friend has suggested some delicious milk shakes. I might have to go for it. While I am out buying ice cream, I can just pick up some real milk.