Oh, sweet tasty milk!
I’ve always drank a lot of milk. I love milk. But I can’t drink that stuff Andrea drinks. Fat free skim. BLECH! So we each have separate jugs of milk in the fridge all the time. Andrea brings a fresh jug home for me the other day, and I notice that it’s a different brand than usual. No biggie I think to myself. Milk is milk. I take a swig and DAMN THAT’S GOOD!
“That new brand of milk you got is GREAT!” I tell her. (Seriously it was damn tasty.) “We should get that brand from now on!”
“Well it’s whole milk,” she says. “They were out of 2%.” OOOOHHH. That makes a whole lot of sense. (Man, there’s no such thing as a good pun, is there?)
So now I’m torn. I had been drinking 2% for so long that I had forgotten the full flavored goodness of whole milk. Do I go back to the relative healthiness of 2%? Or indulge myself in all of Vitamin D’s glory and to hell with the consequences? The eternal struggle of Good vs. Good For You continues on.