The way-sin kind

In college, we drank whole milk. Like... straight from the cows. One roomate worked at the local dairies, the other lived on one. Six college guys can go through a ton of milk, so access to free milk was awesome.

Of course, after several years of that, I now have an ingrained habit of shaking the milk prior to pouring, just to make sure nothing has settled.

Even though we drink almost only skim (hardly qualifies as milk.)

But somehow a gallon 2% made it into the house. Heaven in a cup, is what I call it. So I pulled it out and gave it a shake.

And saw brown bits go swirling by.



Hmmmm. Expiration date is still good.

Sniff. Doesn't smell rotten.

Taste. Nothing wrong there.

Turns to children...

"Did anyone put something in the milk jug?"

"I did!" pipes the youngest boy, with obvious pride in his handiwork.

"What?"

"Ce-weal"

"What kind?"

"The way-sin kind!"

Hmmmm. You are supposed to do that the other way around boy.

Still tasted like heaven in a cup though. Even with little brown bits.