A couple of nights ago, Trevor Noah was talking about how facing a second wave of coronavirus while still fighting the first was kind of like when he was a kid and his mom would serve him vegetables at lunch that he hadn’t eaten from dinner the night before.
This reminded me of when I was a kid and my Mom would try to enforce milk drinking. “Young lady, you are not leaving this table until you drink that milk!” Well, any of you who has ever had a child or been one will realize that there is no way to force a kid to consume anything.
The Child describes her picky-eater-itis
Yup. Tis true. Tho she did drink milk. See photo at top of post for proof
So that glass of milk would go back in the fridge — only to be brought out at the next meal. And the next, and the next. Until the milk ring inside was positively etched into the glass. No way I was going to drink that milk.
Honestly. I bet you a box of Fig Newtons (which The Child adorably called “Big Newtons”) that if I could go visit her right now, my Mom would whip out that same glass of milk and plunk it next to my plate.
Now, some well-meaning people in my World have suggested I try one of those non-milk milks. Perhaps you’ve seen these “milks” in your store, on your table, or even in a Loved One’s glass. These are made from soy, from almonds, from coconut and even from oats.
I’ve asked it before and I’ll ask it again: “How do you milk an oat? Aren’t its udders awfully tiny?”