This is what I missed by not having milk in the house for a month and a half.
It is one of the things that threads back through every change so that I am provided a line of continuity to earliest memory. Chocolate powder inside bendy straws. Blowing bubbles until they build up and crawl out of the glass. I regarded whoever invented that chocolified bendy straw a genius. I think they're still around, that is how profound they are. Chocolate milk is a ritual that reaffirms that I still am who I am and not become somebody else through the slow but steady and ineluctable accumulation of changes that start at the level of cell replacement. And now that I am having chocolate milk I feel human again.
3 comments:
Nestles Quik! God I lived on the stuff as a kid.
Now you've got me craving that lovely connection to my childhood....sucking humanity thru a bendy straw!
If they passed out that chocolate concoction at the next meeting of the U.N.......I think World Peace might stand a chance! Chocolate milk and cookies to the rescue!!!!
Signed...
Sultry62
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