One thing I really dislike about living here is the milk. Here's how the milk comes here:
That's right. In a box. When you buy it, you buy it off of a shelve where it has been sitting at room temp for who knows how long.
I'm sorry, I just can't do it.
It's not even that it tastes horrible, it really doesn't, but after living in the States and drinking milk from the refrigerated foods section for the first 26 years of my life, I cannot drink it. They have lovely drinkable yogurt here and great cheeses, nice ice cream, but the milk really doesn't do it for me. Occasionally, I will try to have some cereal, but I usually opt for toast or yogurt in the morning.
To be honest and fair to our little town, I must tell you that at Sam's Club they do carry fresh, pasteurized milk. I counted the days until the opening of the store (7 months after we arrived) for this very reason. But, I have been burned so many times buying fresh milk to only have it go bad 23 minutes after I open it that I am a broken woman. I don't even look at that darn fresh milk anymore. I only buy the boxed now.
I know this is not a tragedy in my life, but it is an annoyance. How satisfying is it to have a plate of delicious, freshly-baked chocolate chip cookies accompanied by a nice, tall, ice-cold glass of water? When I travel home to the States one of the first things I always do is have a swig of milk straight from the container (don't worry Grammy, at your house I will pour it in a glass first).
This is the only way I can enjoy a glass of milk here:
Mixed with a healthy serving of vanilla ice cream and Hershey's syrup. Please have a nice, tall glass of milk for me today (or a swig).