Me Knows Better Than to Say This… but I will. A few days ago, my wife announced that there was an unopened container of chocolate milk in the refrigerator that we should probably use. Now the only person that loves chocolate milk more than me is my daughter so I thought I would give her first dibs. I waited a day and the container still sat unopened so I figured now it was fair game for anyone.
The brand of milk sitting in the refrigerator was unfamiliar to me, but after a hot day on the golf course, I poured a large glass to enjoy with my sandwich. It wasn’t too bad, but I quickly decided that this brand, flavored like a chocolate malt, wasn’t the best. Over the years I have reached the conclusion that I much prefer chocolate shakes over chocolate malts as the malt taste doesn’t usually enthrall me.
As I continued to drink it, all I could do was associate it with the unpleasant after-taste found at the bottom of a warm chocolate shake from McDonald’s that had been sitting in the car a little too long. But I forced it down since one should never let any chocolate go to waste.
The next day I remembered to mention to my wife, “Say… about that chocolate milk, let’s not get that brand anymore. I’m not a big fan of malt flavored chocolate milk… and it must have been mislabeled because it didn’t say malt flavored on the jug either.”
“Uh… you mean the chocolate milk I just threw out yesterday?”
“Why… didn’t you like that flavor either?” I asked.
“No… it had soured and smelled pretty funky to me so I threw it out.”
On a related note: Jimmy has started checking USE BY DATES a little closer.
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