TheBanyanTree: Fear of Pancakes

[Mike Pingleton]

I'm right there with you on the milk thing, Monique.  I've never liked
it, other than as a suspension for cereal, and grew up hating the
glasses of milk foisted upon me by well-meaning adults.  We are the
only mammal who insist on drinking the stuff far past when we actually
need it, and I gave it up as soon I could.  I became 'officially'
lactose intolerant in my mid-forties, which only hurts where ice cream
is concerned.  Too bad I couldn't have presented that diagnosis to my
parents when I was seven.

I should have invited you over for pancakes this morning.  I use an
organic, seven-grain mix, and I tossed in a big handful of
blueberries, with another big handful as a garnish.  Not a drop of
milk in sight, but there was a pot of hot coffee.

-Mike

On Sun, Jul 26, 2009 at 4:09 PM, Monique Colver<monique.colver at gmail.com> wrote:
> Life was not particularly easy for me at the age of seven, despite the
> mythology about childhood being so much fun that we want to constantly
> relive it. For one thing, I abhorred milk, unless it had Hershey’s in it.
> Could not abide the stuff, and still can’t. It’s . . . chalky, and the
> flavor? Who decided that was a good flavor? Granted, it goes well with
> cereal, but by itself? It’s simply inedible.