There has been one nemesis that has been a constant through most of my life.Its milk.Yea, yea i know its supposed to be the 'liquid gold" and "one begets healthy bones" and all that jazz.However in my case, you can ask me to jump over a mile high ledge far more willingly, than getting me to down a glass of milk.
As far as i remember, this relationship traces its origins to a time when i was about a foot high and the responsibility of making me drink my daily quota of this nutritious liquid was assigned to my zealous maasi. Encountering the subsequent melee, my maasi came up with some innovative tools to aid the process.The most favourite being "Bacchhan aa jayega ...aur utha ke le jaayega"( Bacchan being the name of the neigh boring house's watchman, a severe looking being ,partly due to the uniform draped around him at all times).Soon i was graduated onto a bowl of cereal, all other milk forms being rejected, by my defiant taste buds.I would fish the good stuff(read cereal) out with my spoon, strain out the last remnants of milk from the cereals by pressing them against the bowl, and only when the cereal appeared to be truly milk free would it find a place in my tummy.After downing the cereal i would surreptitiously drain the rest of the milk in my bowl down the kitchen sink. Thankfully as an adult i could pretty much just choose to stay at an arms length from my nemesis.
You can imagine my delight when i worked in UK and the definition of a hot cup of white tea at my workplace equalled to a cup of black tea, with just a tea spoon of milk in it.I would down cups of it in copious amounts. However, when i was pregnant and the doctor found out that i was expecting twins she threw a curve ball right at me"1 liter of milk everyday...no two ways about it" boomed out the dreaded words.My mouth opened and shut on its own accord, words having failed me. Given how critical this requirement was for the well being of my tots , my mission suddenly didn't seem arduous enough.I started racking my brains to figure out how to mask the smell and taste of the milk and still pump it in my body.After finding some respite in some of the cocoa based flavoring ,milk finally became a regular inhabitant of my tummy.
Fast forwarding to a few days back when we decided to start the babies onto the dairy milk(not the chocolate,but the literal stuff ) i was filled with a lot of apprehensions.What if my babies had inherited my milk hating gene and refused to have it. Well guess what !!!!They both have .... and life has truly come a full circle as i try new and imaginative ways to get you to have MILK. SO out came the gloves and my hands dug out new and colorful recipes to start the babies off into the land of the milky way. One thing that has worked a lot with my babies, thankfully, is the addition of their favorite fruit to the milk and then the babies are good to go. Must be the blend of their papa's gene, he is one milk loving fellow.
Milk and cookies being one of the favored kiddie snack ,all across the world. I hope my babies follow this well trodden path of snack kingdom so that i can finally stop my experiments with altering the very taste and smell of this miracle liquid ,The Milk.
As far as i remember, this relationship traces its origins to a time when i was about a foot high and the responsibility of making me drink my daily quota of this nutritious liquid was assigned to my zealous maasi. Encountering the subsequent melee, my maasi came up with some innovative tools to aid the process.The most favourite being "Bacchhan aa jayega ...aur utha ke le jaayega"( Bacchan being the name of the neigh boring house's watchman, a severe looking being ,partly due to the uniform draped around him at all times).Soon i was graduated onto a bowl of cereal, all other milk forms being rejected, by my defiant taste buds.I would fish the good stuff(read cereal) out with my spoon, strain out the last remnants of milk from the cereals by pressing them against the bowl, and only when the cereal appeared to be truly milk free would it find a place in my tummy.After downing the cereal i would surreptitiously drain the rest of the milk in my bowl down the kitchen sink. Thankfully as an adult i could pretty much just choose to stay at an arms length from my nemesis.
You can imagine my delight when i worked in UK and the definition of a hot cup of white tea at my workplace equalled to a cup of black tea, with just a tea spoon of milk in it.I would down cups of it in copious amounts. However, when i was pregnant and the doctor found out that i was expecting twins she threw a curve ball right at me"1 liter of milk everyday...no two ways about it" boomed out the dreaded words.My mouth opened and shut on its own accord, words having failed me. Given how critical this requirement was for the well being of my tots , my mission suddenly didn't seem arduous enough.I started racking my brains to figure out how to mask the smell and taste of the milk and still pump it in my body.After finding some respite in some of the cocoa based flavoring ,milk finally became a regular inhabitant of my tummy.
Fast forwarding to a few days back when we decided to start the babies onto the dairy milk(not the chocolate,but the literal stuff ) i was filled with a lot of apprehensions.What if my babies had inherited my milk hating gene and refused to have it. Well guess what !!!!They both have .... and life has truly come a full circle as i try new and imaginative ways to get you to have MILK. SO out came the gloves and my hands dug out new and colorful recipes to start the babies off into the land of the milky way. One thing that has worked a lot with my babies, thankfully, is the addition of their favorite fruit to the milk and then the babies are good to go. Must be the blend of their papa's gene, he is one milk loving fellow.
Milk and cookies being one of the favored kiddie snack ,all across the world. I hope my babies follow this well trodden path of snack kingdom so that i can finally stop my experiments with altering the very taste and smell of this miracle liquid ,The Milk.
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