Of Mauby and Milk...

I abhor, destest, loathe milk. I find it insufferable. Unless of course in a St. James' punch or Mummy's Macaroni pie. But nonwithstanding these morphed forms, as a beverage on its own, milk and me is no friend.

I love, adore, worhip Mauby in all it's digestive enormity. I find it irresitible.

Mauby and Milk? See now, this is where family becomes interesting. A cousin, not so much biological but moreso by legalities of marriage, introduced me to this concept. Because that is what it is.

Now forgive my french. But what de @ss is this? Mauby and Milk.

I had some. Let's look at an equation. We will use averages.

1. Something I love + 2. Something I hate/2= Something I can tolerate.

Then he proceeded to mix mauby and beer, at which point I hid all other humanly consumerable beverages in my house. And even a few non-humanly consumable ones.