I certainly wouldn’t order chocolate milk with a hot roast beef sandwich. Grilled cheese maybe. Regular milk would go real good with a hot roast beef.
I’m fairly uncertain as to what sophisticated adult drink does go with that sandwich. Glenfyddych? Water? Gin and tonic? Half-caffeinated double espresso with low-fat cream whipped to a mild froth with marshmallows? Dr. Pepper?
One of the local dairies here, Wilcox, used to sell chocolate milk made with 6% butterfat milk. It was great, but maybe a bit too rich. It was even sold at Costco. I haven’t looked for it for awhile; I wonder if they still make it.
I used to drink milk, but now I can’t, psychologically. Our refrigerator isn’t very good, and I don’t have a very sensitive nose, so I ended up accidentally drinking or about to drink rotten milk a few times. Now, I automatically assume milk is bad, and am grossed out by it.
Well, I don’t know about your milk, but I just checked all the milk in our house and the cartons are marked Kosher (a U with a circle around it, or a large K) and that ensures that what you described is not happening. This includes the bottle of chocolate milk we happen to have around.
Wait a minute. You must know that cows are milked in groups of dozens to hundreds, all their teats connected to a single line of pipe that feeds into one collection vat. Any infected milk along the line contaminates the entire load. There’s no auxillarly section of pipes and pumps and tanks for “bloody” milk. Cows with mastitis, or who have lacerated their teats on fencing, or who’ve recently given birth and have super-rich collagen milk are taken aside and their swollen udders are emptied (by hand) and their milk is thrown to the cats.
Now, that meat packaged already covered in BBQ sauce, on the other hand…
VINCENT
I'll have the Douglas Sirk steak.
BUDDY
How d'ya want it, burnt to a crisp,
or bloody as hell?
VINCENT
Bloody as hell. And to drink, a
vanilla coke.
BUDDY
How 'bout you, Peggy Sue?
MIA
I'll have the Durwood Kirby burger
-- bloody -- and a five-dollar
shake.
BUDDY
How d'ya want that shake, Martin
and Lewis, or Amos and Andy?
MIA
Martin and Lewis.
VINCENT
Did you just order a five-dollar
shake?
MIA
Sure did.
VINCENT
A shake? Milk and ice cream?
MIA
Uh-huh.
VINCENT
It costs five dollars?
BUDDY
Yep.
VINCENT
You don't put bourbon in it or
anything?
BUDDY
Nope.
VINCENT
Just checking.
What really cheesed me off once was paying something like $2.75 at the Original Pancake House for a tiny ten ounce glass of milk to go with my apple pancake. I felt like a captured audience, because one absolutely needs a cold glass of milk to go with that awesome, scalding hot, apple-cinamon-caramel gooey plate sized monstrosity and I felt gypped because of the small serving size… where’s the value? I can buy a whole gallon of milk for that price… I mean what is that, 13,000 percent profit… or something?
I mean, I might not have felt quite so ripped off if they served me a tall, honking, pint, or something but the serving size was ridiculous.