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Food and Cars
Car Show and Milk
Usually I never think about cars or milk
Those who have read my writing for any length of time know that I am not a ‘car person.’ Unlike 99% of all American males I simply do not care about cars. For me, they serve only one purpose and that is transportation. Currently, it has been six years since I’ve owned a car. My feet and legs are so much more affordable.
If a car I own breaks down I will walk away from it before I ever open the hood. I refuse to get car grease on my hands. I once sold a car so that I could buy a camera that was the size of a pack of cigarettes and could fit into my shirt pocket. Twice I have sold my car in order to pay the freaking rent. I just do not form attachments to cars.
(Robert M. Pirsig would be so disappointed in me.)
Well, this morning I was going through my supply of food and I decided I wanted to cook something for dinner tonight that I have not cooked in several years. It slowly turned into a craving. That can happen when looking through one’s kitchen cabinets. I had all the ingredients that I would need except one. I needed half a cup of milk.
I’m not a baby cow so I obviously do not drink cow’s milk. I quit drinking milk when I was fourteen years old. That is when I quit consuming that horrible…
