Saturday, November 24, 2012
I hate whole, 2%, 1%, skim, almond milk, soy milk Ė all of them. I hate how they taste, how they feel in my mouth and going down my throat. I hate how it feels when it lands in my stomach. Because the ďhateĒ ends at that point in my body, I donít think I qualify as lactose intolerant. Iím just personally intolerant of milk. The only milk I remember ever enjoying was in the glasses into which I was dipping oreo or chocolate chip cookies.
I need calcium, of course. Fortunately, I like yogurt, even Greek yogurt. Not a fan of extra hormones, so I buy organic exclusively. All types of cheese are a staple too, although I havenít been able to find an organic brand around here.
Healthy eating is a lifestyle, but Iím so happy there are many ways to accomplish this. I donít have to feel deprived. I donít have to force myself into a narrow diet. I have choices. Healthy choices tailored to individual preferences lead to a happy life.
My problem is that I also hate waste. I need to buy milk for certain recipes, like my baked omelet that DH & I eat every day, or my broccoli/corn casserole. Then what do with the rest? (DH isnít a milk drinker either). I usually use about a quart before it spoils. I buy the half gallon container since the quart size costs almost as much. I like the best value and I donít want to run out. Our grocery store is 7 miles away Ė the down side of country living.
Rural wisdom has provided an answer. I learned that a concoction of egg and spoiled milk poured around plants will keep the deer from eating them. I hope the smell wonít keep human visitors away from my house as well.