Monday, July 28, 2014,6:17 PM
Sweet Milk
- I’m on my LL don't call it a comeback , the coffee is brewing and while i have a minute i want to share a tale with you my 5 ... 2 fans. I'm sitting at home this weekend watching this year’s new breakout drama braking Amish when it had me think back when i first moved down south. I don’t know if was the country setting or the vast amount of cows that i kept seeing in the show but a question came to my mind. What in the French toast is sweet milk? Initially i had to discover this bit of information on my own and i like to take a minute just sit right back and I’ll tell you how i came to know about the sweet milk. Picture it a humid summer day in the dirty magnolia my grandfather says to me baby go to the store for your granddaddy and get me some sweet milk for my cornbread. A simple request you could hear the Walton music swelling behind us the moment was so pure. To the store I trek in search of sweet milk, now it never occurred to me that at the time i had no clue what sweet milk or even why you would eat this with cornbread. See coffees1stluv was brewed in California and moved to the dirty magnolia later on, but i digress. I arrive at the store mission operation sweet milk of course my first instinct is to go to the sweetened condensed milk , hence the sweet milk , but then I thought this may not be right for 1. Its stupid think and 2. That’s not a good mix with cornbread. Oh well onward and up , i trudge to the back of the store to see cue in the heavenly milk angels all the milk , Im mean whole milk, 2%,1%, soy , chocolate and even the classic strawberry but alas no sweet milk .So of course im in the wrong place i go back to my previous stop the condensed milk , mind you i do this back and forth process about 6 times , making the workers nervous as i now look as if im plotting case the joint. Finally a kind young man let’s call him Johnny sweet milk stops me and sensing my distress asks a question I’ll never forget ... Mam caaaan I help you, maybe it was the perplexed look on my face that had him worried he could sense the coffee was about to boil over, I turn to him and ask the question that has perplexed me for the last 15 minutes, where is your sweet milk.. He in turn with a look of confusion , you know that this is too obvious i can’t believe you don’t know sticks out his milky sweet milk finger and points, there it is again that dam heavenly music as he points to ... The dam whole milk ! Music stops the choir sits down and a cow jumps over the moon. I look staring and take my gallon of whole milk home, where my grandfather proceeds to laugh at my tale of woe. In my mind i placed him in a home for the sweet milk criminals, to this day anytime i see him with some whole milk and cornbread i have to keep myself from knocking it to the ground and screaming like mommy dearest NO MORE SWEEEEET MILLLLLLK ..........
