It looks like I’m treading on taboo ground. Every time I tell people I love that great white stuff, I can see those pitying glances being directed my way. What’s happening? Time was when we were told to drink up our milk and not argue. And here we are some years later, being warned darkly of how dairy products poison the system. Maybe for some, I know not so for others. If so many generations could live well drinking milk everyday, it can’t be all that bad. And I refuse to let anyone tell me that research is the reason why. Research has this nasty habit of proving one thing today and another tomorrow.
I will concede that milk agrees with some and not with others. So one needs to use discretion in this as in anything else in life. For me, I can’t do without the stuff. Yes, I love it warm, fresh, frothy, just milked, but if I can’t have it like that, I’ll pick it off the shop shelves. Like I said, I love my milk!