There are meat and potatoes men. I’m a milk and cookies man. You are what you eat, so, literally. Some fruit and vegetables have been thrown into the hopper over the years as a sop to my vegetarianism (almost not quite veganism), but my heart is pure cookie dough and my blood more white than red. I had a brief flirtation with soy milk after giving up what an acquaintance was so kind as to call ‘cow mucous’ back when I still drank it. Finally settled on rice milk. Thankfully there’s enough of a market for it that it’s not hard to find.
my weekly shop