Over the past few years, I’ve become sensitive to dairy. I won’t go into the sordid details but you can imagine my first few experiences when I developed said sensitivities. I also love eating crispy rice cereal (I won’t do name-brand anymore—it’s far too sweet) so I had to find a dairy milk alternative. In comes almond milk, my love and my savior. Now I can eat all the crispy rice cereal I want and I eat it with almond milk, always unsweetened because milk is not supposed to be sweet. If this offends you, my apologies.
Yesterday morning, I poured myself a bowl of crispy rice and reached into my refrigerator for a carton of almond milk. Imagine my horror when the carton I grabbed had just a swig of milk left. I first considered DoorDashing some almond milk from my local Walgreens, but all I needed was almond milk and I was not prepared to pay $11.00 for it after service fees, not including the Dasher’s tip.
I do not recommend doing what I did next. I had several ice-cold bottles of 7-UP in the refrigerator so I decided to use one of them for a milk substitute. What was I thinking? Never in my life have I tasted something so revolting. Although, if I’m being perfectly honest, the sound it made hitting the crispy rice was very sonically pleasing. Could I have eaten the cereal dry? Perhaps. Did I want to? Certainly not.
There’s a lesson to be learned here. When you run out of almond milk (or whatever kind of milk you use) for your cereal, make yourself a sandwich instead. Don’t be innovative.
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