On the QT

Saturday, February 24, 2007

MICK

When my youngest grandson, Nathan, was younger (he always says, "I'm bigger now,") and he wanted milk, he would say one word "mick". While on the cruise in December, I rediscovered mick. And I'm glad I did.

You see, every morning I eat Frosted Flakes because "They're great." I used to eat them dry. But on the cruise, I had the luxury of fresh blackberries, raspberries, and strawberries. Rather than to eat them all dry, I poured regular mick all over them.But it all started by accident or habit. One day they flip flopped the placement of regular mick with the skim, so I got some real mick.

What a difference. And like a lot of other things in my life, I looked back at all the lean (pun) years of 2% or even 1% mick, and regretted the past. Why had I deprived myself of real mick for the sake of a few calories? I can't stand the watered down stuff. Never could.

Oh well. Now I know. And I supppose I'll nevr drink the fat free again. "Got mick?" Now I do.

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