I drank warm milk from a bottle until I was five years old. I guess this constituted as a sort of milk-overload for my little body, because I detested milk from that point onward. Although I've been able to let go of my absolute hatred for it, I'm still not a huge fan.
In middle school and high school, some of my best friends were great lovers of milk. And it came to me that I am probably unlike most people, in that regard. They were in disbelief. "You don't like milk? What do you drink?" they'd exclaim.
I was chomping on a late snack from a plate of baked goods that Audrey so generously dropped off for me and an intense craving hit me. And I'm not even sure that Ethan knows this, but...
I really, really enjoy chocolate chip cookies with a tall class of