The Milkman

After hearing three seperate unsolicited compliments about Trickling Springs Creamery chocolate milk in a span of twelve hours, I had enough tempation in one half day. I stopped what I was doing and jetted down to the Amish Farm Market in Williamstown, New Jersey. After a twenty minute drive, my salivating tastebuds longed for its creamery goodness. Bursting through the front doors, I tugged on patron advice.

"Can anyone tell me where this fabulous chocolate milk is?"

There was no shortage of people who could answer this arcane question.

"Make a left here." a helpful customer said.

"You will see it on your right hand side." added another Good Samaritan.

A small crowd huddled around the cold case sporting glass milk bottles. I do not ever remember seeing a glass milk bottle before but there was no time for sentamentality or waiting for a milkman. Only quart size bottles were left on the shelf and one of them had my name on it. I snatched the first quart bottle from the cold case.

At the counter, I paid handsomely for the chocolate milk, a price that included leaving a $2.00 deposit on the bottle. But it was all mine, all mine! Back at my car, I marveled at the cold temperature of the milk throbbing out the glass bottle in my hand. I turned the bottle upside down for a shake of the contents but there was really no need. The grass-fed cows already mixed this sucker! I popped open the plastic bottle and drank the creamiest robust chocolate milk that this food critic has ever tasted.

I raved about this chocolate milk to at least three people over the next twelve hours on a bloated stomach.