I've always loved milk. As a kid, I could finish off a gallon in a day (if Mom and Dad had ever let me). For most of my life I've been a milk snob - I'd only drink 1 or 2 percent, turning up my nose at anything below my standards. How times have changed. I'm now, essentially, a milk whore. I'll drink it powdered, long-life boxed, canned and evaporated, or straight out of the goat. Still warm? Fine with me. Two days old? Just mix it with some sugar and water for a tangy, refreshing drink! I feel my purity has been tainted - but hey, it's more nutritious than some of my other food groups.
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