Milk does do the body good

Ever since the beginning of time (okay, the beginning of my life), I have loved milk. I put it in cereal as most people do, I drank it with cookies, and I even drank a nice, cold (or warm, if it was winter-time) glass whenever I felt like it. Milk was my thing. I was the milk drinker in my family. My parents and brothers did not become as good of friends with milk as I did. I grew up on 2% milk. That is what I grew up knowing and loving. A few dark periods in my life included my father purchasing powdered milk in an attempt to help us save money. He realized that after two months of absolutely nobody drinking milk, it was time to go back to 2%. I was fortunate enough to have my older brother with my first semester back at the university. His advice as been invaluable to me. He told me one day that I was too fat and needed to switch to skim milk. I followed his direction, and willingly switched. The only time I have deviated from this new lifestyle, is when I am in someone's home where they serve me whatever kind they have. This trend has continued to happen until last night. My roommate Sam and I went to the grocery store to pick up a few items. I had zero intention of purchasing anything. We ran into some newly formed friends; Ashley and Nikki. We started talking and the subject of milk became the center of our conversation. Nikki delightfully informed us she drank whole milk, and that that was the only true way of completely enjoying a milk experience. She had convinced me. I went over to the milk section, and without hesitation, snagged myself a gallon of whole milk. Ashley had other feelings. She mentioned how she drinks skim milk, and that she cannot even taste or notice a difference between whole milk and skim milk. Was she serious? I for sure thought she was joking with us. I extended a challenge to her. I would offer my whole milk if she would do a blindfolded experiment where she would try to decipher between whole milk and skim milk. We parted ways at the store, knowing full well that in a short moment we would soon reunite to participate in this milk challenge. Upon arriving home, Sam and I put away our groceries, leaving out the whole milk. We made our short yet long journey to Nikki and Ashley's apartment. We knew what we were going to be doing, but we had no clue how it would turn out. They were finishing up unpacking their groceries. We patiently waited with great anticipation. Nikki pulled out two glasses and we carefully filled them with the milk. One with skim milk, the other with whole milk. To make this experiment fair, we blindfolded Ashley. She knew nothing about which cup had which milk. As she drew the first cup towards her lips, and took a sip, she got a feeling for what it tasted like. She then drew the next cup to her mouth and drank. She went back and forth between the two cups, each time looking more and more confused. I looked on with astonishment. How could she not tell the difference?! With persistence, we asked her which was which. She raised the first glass and exclaimed, "This is the skim milk!" My jaw literally dropped. She picked the wrong one. I still cannot believe it. The moral of the story is that milk does the body good. Preferences will always be an integral part of life. The question is: what type of milk do you prefer?