In article <[email hidden]>,
landotter said:How many YMCAs have ice cold milk machines these days
other than the off of Belmont in Chicago?
I dunno, but every DQ I know of, has something like.
Ugh. Straight-up milk. Loogie fuel indeed.
I guess it has to be ice cold, to kill the taste.
To this day, I recall as a li'l tyke, not being
excused from the table until I drank this stoopid
plastic cup of milk placed in front of me. That
was back in the '50s days of Mel-Mac[tm], which
liked to make its own petrochemical contribution
to the flavors of the foods it contained.
Especially with picnic food. And milk.
There the milk sat, in its orange-pink nuclear attack-proof
mel-mac cup, going from icebox-cool to lukewarm to room
temperature, becoming less palatable with each temperature
increment. My staring at it possibly accelerated the
warming process.
I eventually won that battle of wills when Mom decided
it would be less wasteful to save the gawdawful bovine
secretion for her tea, than to let it spoil altogether.
And then she had to answer the front door, affording me
a window of opportunity for a gingerly executed escape
out the back door.
I think milk is good for all kinds of stuff -- chocolate,
cheese, baking, stepping on your cup of tea or coffee
with it, DQ profferings, etc. And a glass of straight-up
cold milk has certain attractive qualities; it has that
initial soothing coolness and smooth texture. But when you
make a concerted effort to actually /taste/ it (and it has
to be warmer than ice cold for that,) you just might find
it worse than disappointing. And then there's the lactic
acid afterburn and other effects.
cheers,
Tom
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