Counterpoint: I’m seven years old and come home late from school and activities and there’s a cup on the table: I forgot to drink my milk that morning. I downed that warm smelly viscous white fluid and it was amazing.
I just can’t. I gotta have my milk like it just came out of the fridge. One thing that I always thought was off the walls, though, was my dad would put ice in his milk.
No… just no. Milk has to be ice cold… Anything warmer is disgusting.
Counterpoint: I’m seven years old and come home late from school and activities and there’s a cup on the table: I forgot to drink my milk that morning. I downed that warm smelly viscous white fluid and it was amazing.
It’s just not good at room temperature, it’s decent enough if it’s a fair bit warmer than that.
I just can’t. I gotta have my milk like it just came out of the fridge. One thing that I always thought was off the walls, though, was my dad would put ice in his milk.