At the wife’s insistence that I must start eating something in the morning I’ve reunited myself with a habit long past….breakfast cereal. I’ve chosen one that touts a wonderful proportion of the bodies daily fiber needs, is very low in sodium and has virtually jack shit in the sugar department and so it must be supposed that it’s somewhat healthy. This new found habit has of course forced a re acquaintance with milk.
I stood before the large clear glass doors at the super market today peering at the choices. There was no fat…low fat…1%…2% …skim, whole and soy. Every plastic container be it half or whole gallon proud to announce that Vitamin D could be found within . No where to be found was what I remembered as a child…..
As a child in London I remember milk as something that was delivered by the Milkman. It was delivered every day and was held in thick glass pint bottles of which the top was sealed by either a silver foil top or a gold one. The bottles with the gold top were special in that if left undisturbed long enough there would rise to the top a full two inches of pure thick natural cream that some ass hole has convinced the world is unhealthy.
We as children would roam the neighborhoods on the look out for those that might be late risers as their Gold Tops on the door steps were given enough time to separate and we would gently peel back the foil to suck those two inches of cream from the top before someone came to bring them inside. The natural flavor was incredible and I’m not so convinced that all that pure cream I indulged as a child did me much harm……
We waited our turn at the cash register behind a mother of two sub teenagers both of whom weighed more than I . Their cart of processed frozen delectable’s also possessed three boxes of Fruit Loops and two one gallon jugs of that watery though healthy 1% excuse for milk and it occurred to me that in all likely hood neither of these young boys would ever possess the energy required to roam a neighborhood and suck the cream from beneath the Gold Tops…..
