Oh chocolate milk. You were my (not so) secret crush. I indulged in you with fervor. I drank you from mixing milk and chocolate syrup together, to the myriad of various pre-mixed drinks. Nestle Quick, PET, plain old store brand. I loved you straight from the carton to being mixed slyly in homemade milk shakes.
Chocolate soy milk
But alas, you and I became incompatible. The gassiness. The - to put it kindly - farting of epic foulness. The horror lactose befell upon me. I had become, over time, lactose intolerant. Now I, at times, ate things like cheese anyway as I rarely ate such things filled with milk. But my, I could not live a day without my chocolate milk. But I had to in order to spare my surrounding roommates.
This made me so sad.
Until one day where I saw right near said temptation that is chocolate milk, the soy section. I ignored the soy for the longest time. Nay, soy was for those grass-eating hippies content on eating horrible tasting cud to save those adorable cows. But I decided one day to be bold. I mean it wasn’t as if I’d lose much in this taste test.
Well, other than money.
But I picked up the unassuming carton and purchased it at the register. I took it home and poured a cautious glass. A swig. I …I tasted heaven. Chocolaty goodness, a bit of a slight taste of the soy but easily forgotten in seconds. I could drink and drink (within reason!) and not feel the need to rush to the bathroom or pollute the air. Chocolate milk! We can be friends again!