A few years ago, in the early stages of my intolerance of lactose, I had written a short essay to procrastinate writing actual essays for school. I recently found it on a hard drive and figured it was good enough to share. Enjoy.
It has been years sense my last
encounter with strawberry milk. I think I was seven at the time. Anyway it has
been so long I couldn't remember if I liked it or not so I purchased the
carton.
First I examined the exterior
packaging. Pink mostly with some red and white. There is a soccer player with a
green striped jersey. The exterior can tell you a lot about what is on the
inside. Under the pouring spout are the nutritional facts such as 115mg sodium,
0g fiber, etc. The other side tells you it is pasteurized and lists the
ingredients, nothing important. The carton also tells me I have 500ml of 1%
partly skimmed strawberry milk.
I spread the cardboard flaps peeling
the diamond shape a part. I lift it up to make contact with my lips and allow
the first few drops of liquid to flow into my mouth. This first taste left my
uncertain so I dove in for more. Pink deliciousity.
I begin drinking quick as I approached
the subway when I remembered my problem with milk. If too much milk enters my
system the results can be disastrous. By the time got on the subway I felt it
brewing. I tried to push the feeling in my stomach out of my mind as I made my
way closer to home. The milk bubbled as it mixed with my stomach acids. Will I
make it? I leave the subway and light a smoke. It helps.
By
the time I get home my stomach problem had dwindled to gas and all seemed well.
Most milk would have sent me to the bathroom for hours. This leaves me
wondering: is strawberry milk my friend or my foe.
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