Y’all, we have this thing down here–Sweet Acidophilus milk–that makes me so happy I just about can’t stand it. Purity makes it and it is good (and, supposedly, cures cold sores). Purity also drives around town in these cute black and white cow colored trucks, which I also love, because I am a dork.
So, anyway, sweet acidophilus milk. Before I moved down here, I had never heard of it. I drank 2% like the rest of fat America and was happy. I found 1% and skim to be watery and tasteless and a cruel trick our mom played on us when she didn’t have time to get to the store and made us drink “her” milk.
But sweet acidophilus. . . it’s not sweet. I don’t know what acidophilus is, maybe it’s rendered baby fat; I don’t care. The thing is that it tastes good. I can’t remember the last time I had a glass of milk just because, but last night, I did and thought, damn, I’m glad I moved down here and learned about this shit.