Eight days after swearing off cow's milk forever, I faced milk substitutes. In the grand tradition of "The Final Glass of Milk," I stomached my fear of the unknown and, for the first time ever, I drank the mysterious squeezin's of soy. A camera was on tripod -- can you believe the luck? -- to capture the historic event and epic epiglottal ecstasy. I'm milking it.
This long-awaited sequel ends the tasteful dairy juice / strange man-made replacement beverages franchise, unless someone learns to knit milk.
From Mike Durrett: CONFIDENTIAL, http://mikedurrett.com.
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