Got Milk?
Milk is disgusting. I've always thought so. So this usually eliminates from my diet:
ras malai, milk pudding, kheer, white butter, milk cream (eeyuk), rabdi, and all those goodies that are very milky (er, ice creams somehow missed the list).
I can't remember when I started hating milk. My mother has told horror stories, where she sat me and a glass of milk for at least an hour every morning until she got frustrated, slapped me around, and forced the doodhi poison down my throat. As I grew older, the parents thought I must have matured, and in their innocent trust, left my glass of milk on the table, brimming with confidence that I would gulp it down before rushing off to school. The minute they turned around, I poured the milk down the drain, into a potted plant, wherever.
I didn't always escape drinking milk by myself. Mary, our cook and mother of two young boys, was a willing ally in helping the milk disappear. She hid the glass away and it on to her sons who showed up at the window at the right time. I didn't care as long as I didn't have to drink it (yes, her boys are tall and strong now and I would like to take some credit for it). Ha, I got away with it for quite some time.
But good things never last, do they. The parents found out (I think my brother ratted on me) and from then on I had to drink my glass of milk under the nose of a very stern parent. The word spread and even when I visited relatives, all my aunts were clued in. What an pain it was. Ugh.
So when I turned 16, I refused to drink it anymore. Rebellion is a powerful tool and adolescent rebellion is just delicious. I finally relaxed that I would never have to touch milk again.
Fast forward to 27, a recent medical report brought to the table that I need at least two glasses of milk with Horlicks (not the chocolate flavor) everyday. This has been a nightmare for the last one week. I've been kicked in the butt and have had to suck it up. I now find myself in the kitchen twice a day making that detested glass of milk, tempted to pour it down the sink, but gulping it down instead.
ras malai, milk pudding, kheer, white butter, milk cream (eeyuk), rabdi, and all those goodies that are very milky (er, ice creams somehow missed the list).
I can't remember when I started hating milk. My mother has told horror stories, where she sat me and a glass of milk for at least an hour every morning until she got frustrated, slapped me around, and forced the doodhi poison down my throat. As I grew older, the parents thought I must have matured, and in their innocent trust, left my glass of milk on the table, brimming with confidence that I would gulp it down before rushing off to school. The minute they turned around, I poured the milk down the drain, into a potted plant, wherever.
I didn't always escape drinking milk by myself. Mary, our cook and mother of two young boys, was a willing ally in helping the milk disappear. She hid the glass away and it on to her sons who showed up at the window at the right time. I didn't care as long as I didn't have to drink it (yes, her boys are tall and strong now and I would like to take some credit for it). Ha, I got away with it for quite some time.
But good things never last, do they. The parents found out (I think my brother ratted on me) and from then on I had to drink my glass of milk under the nose of a very stern parent. The word spread and even when I visited relatives, all my aunts were clued in. What an pain it was. Ugh.
So when I turned 16, I refused to drink it anymore. Rebellion is a powerful tool and adolescent rebellion is just delicious. I finally relaxed that I would never have to touch milk again.
Fast forward to 27, a recent medical report brought to the table that I need at least two glasses of milk with Horlicks (not the chocolate flavor) everyday. This has been a nightmare for the last one week. I've been kicked in the butt and have had to suck it up. I now find myself in the kitchen twice a day making that detested glass of milk, tempted to pour it down the sink, but gulping it down instead.
posted by apoorvi at
9:54 AM
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How erotic
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