Goat Milk Memories

Well back again writing in my blog which for the record is a great indication of how my social life is going. When I'm writing it means I have nothing else to do and when I'm not.....I still don't have anything to do.

"You'll be my friend won't you computer?"

 The other day when I was at my sisters house  the topic of goat milk came up. This might sound strange but it's actually a relatively normal conversation topic for my family.

GOAT MILK!!

I'll delve into my family's strangeness in another post but for now the idea that things such as goat milk come up in conversations should tell the reader something. My sister was talking about the different tastes of milk that comes from goats and how I probably couldn't even tell the difference between goat and cow milk in some situations. First off, I'm going to put this out there right now, and say if you own goats and milk them you should probably stop because you are a step away from milking a cat.

"They be milkin erryone out here!"

And no one wants to be "that guy."Secondly, goat milk and cow milk do not taste similar in anyway. And I have a story to prove it.

It was a hot sunny day and I was a teenager at the time. I came inside after a long day of doing outdoor activities in need of liquid refreshment. To my surprise my mother had just made a plate of homemade chocolate chip cookies and had a tall glass of milk waiting for me on the counter. I ravenously tore into the cookies and downed the milk (which is not an ideal liquid refreshment for a hot summer day).

Pictured Above: Not Ideal

After the first glass I had a strange taste in my mouth of what I can only compare to the breath of a dog slowly enveloping burnt hair. The taste was slight but definable, I couldn't help feeling I had tasted it before in other things but just couldn't put my finger on it. I inquired of my mother on the nature of the beverage in my glass her only words were "Oh that's real milk." I immediately decided that it was straight from the cow and therefore "ok". I got another glass after this revelation and downed it only to have the strange taste populate my mouth again. Then it hit me like a ton of bricks. I asked my mom, "what kind of real milk?" She said, "It's real milk.....fresh." I knew then that my mother had once again tried to trick me into drinking goat milk and quickly threw what was left in my glass away. And get this....she was mad at me for wasting food.

"There are a lot of kids who would love to have goat milk"

Out of all that I have definitely come to the conclusion that goat milk and cow milk taste nothing alike.

 So the lessons learned here are that goat milk is terrible and parents aren't trustworthy. Have a great week everyone.