"Dude, where's the milk ?" as I open the refrigerator. Nobody a big milk fan here, but still we gulp down a couple of gallons every week. Still better, we have all kinds of milk to choose from (organic or radioactive, 2% or 200%, homogenous or homosexual), you name it we have it, occupying 50% of the real-estate in our fridge. Another category is "soy milk", dunno why its called soy milk, do they run around the soy and milk'em?
Soy milk is supposed to be yucky-tasting, but thanks to the wonderfully flavoured (vanilla) calcium fortified soy milk, it has outpaced the regular ones in the milk race of my house. My roomie always keeps a couple of cartons as backup, but never cares if the regular milk has been out since the last U.S. elections. Someone recently mentioned that drinking soy milk enlarges breasts in guys, and that is when I turned back to the good ol'fashioned milk. Girls, are you listening, give it a try?
Milk is a balanced diet: something I learned in school when I was so little that I used to write graffiti on restroom walls. If you have had a cast in your arm/leg, you would appreciate the importance of strong bones. I will leave that as an exercise to try boycotting milk for just 2 weeks, and see the effect in your body pain, weakness, sleepiness.
"Piyo glassful...Dhoodh, Dhoodh...Dhoodh" (Drinko glassful...Milk, Milk...Milk)
Friday, August 05, 2005
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