so i lived in thailand for a couple years and some a few years ago. in that time, i began a switch from cow's milk to soy milk. it was fresher and available in the morning, hot and cheap. when i did drink milk milk, it was not bad, just i had to go into a supermarket to purchase the cartons, rather than in a bag on the street in between points A & B.
since i've been back in the states, i've continued to drink soy milk, then rice dream, then as of late, the Trader Joe's version, known to all as "rice drink." while silly, it tastes delicious and does a good job of remaining a pseudo-creamy silky texture, without purporting to actually be a textural replacement for milk milk.
now, for the past couple days, i've found myself doubled over with pain from stomach gurgles that pack a punch to the gut. i bought a gallon of non-fat milk from key foods, and have been trying to drink a cup a day.
ouch ouch ouch it's not working. or is it? the first cup a couple days ago made my stomach so angry that i was in the restroom for the longest tiiiiiime. not quite poetic, but you realize just how fragile not only the outside of humans are, but the inside as well.
yesterday i drank a glass of milk; about 12 oz. the flavor was fresh and a little sweet. well, sweet in that way that milk is without being actually sweetened. nothing happened intro-gastronomically until 4 hours later. the same deal, but with more confidence that tonight's glass of milk may be absorbed and processed a little easier.
i don't want to be another one of those asian kids that can't drink milk milk. i mean, what is ice cream? i ate a fair amount of that when i was fiscally viable. so damn milk milk's hold on my guts' sadness. i'm goin' for it, and there's nothing that's stopping me.
(if you don't hear from me soonly, call me and make sure i'm not in a milk-induced coma. thanks)
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