I love milk. I love cheese. And I love yogurt.
Perhaps a symptom of growing up in the midwest, who knows. But every day I eat at least one serving of all three, for the benefits of the protein, calcium (no osteoporosis worries here!) and of course the fabulous taste and flavors.
Lately I am in a place where I eat a scrambled egg or two with various ingredients as a meal, typically lunch or late dinner. I love to drink milk with this dish. A few days ago I scrambled my egg with a half tomato, a little spinach & a smidgen of Gouda. I sat down at our dining room table ravenous with my scramble and a nice tall glass of milk. I took a few bites and took a gigantic swig of milk.
What I tasted was the most foul thing ever: sour milk and amazingly for the very first time.
Well, I immediately ran to the kitchen & spit the milk in the sink and poured a big tall glass of grape juice to get rid of the taste. My appetite was ruined but I choked the scramble down anyway.
Later on I went to the grocery store and bought a new half gallon of milk. This time a different organic brand (not because of the sour milk experience, but because this brand distributes their milk in a glass jug and I like that). I came home made a half of pb&J took a swig of milk & it tasted funny. Almost like the smell of a barn filled with animals, sheep to be specific. I'm not sure where sheep came from as I grew up in the city with minimal contact of farm animals, but sheep is what came to mind. I didn't finish the glass, nor did I throw out the carton of milk. I figured I just was a little sensitive to milk tastes since the sour milk experience.
Not so much.
Tonight I made another scramble of sorts and took a deep breath: I was going to give that milk a second chance.
Oh, I'm not sensitive. The smell of a sheep barn taste was definitely still there only stronger. So I pulled out the old grape juice again and dumped the carton of milk down the sink.