The smell of those new fruity Cheerios, left to soften in the morning's watered-down milk, and the "gravy" from two cans of Fancy Feast; Whip-tailed cat crunching on the cereal bag.
They're good. But as we just realized, they're a bit too sugary for Bean to have on a daily basis for breakfast. They make her a bit too Johnny Rotten-esque.
*OH*! Well. That's a relief. Because when I first read it, it made my tummy hurt. I was picturing maybe you guys made milk from powder or something and made it extra watery and...
When I was a kid, my mother was so frugal (or we were so poor) real milk was a rare treat. Every two weeks, we'd buy that big box of Borden's powdered milk. The "cream of the jest," as one of the characters in Hitchcock's Notorious puts it, was that my sister and I not only had to drink the god-awful stuff, but had to make it. It was terrible. When my dad finally got that "big" raise (he retired ten years ago making $29,500/year), we got to mix the powdered with real two percent.
I look forward to the scanner-rama fun that's in the offing.
A number of my childhood friends in rural Pennnsylvania did the same thing. Although my family wasn't that well off by suburban standards, I felt almost wealthy, with all the misgivings that entailed, when I was around those powdered milk drinkers. We got ours from the local dairy, real cows and all, that my classmate Dawn's parents ran.
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You can see where the "Blech!" would come from!
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Got Bilked?
I look forward to the scanner-rama fun that's in the offing.
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