Milk and Milk's Favorite Cookie

I've been too scared to buy milk here. It's not refrigerated. Seriously. They have stacks and stacks of "milk." This, obviously, totally freaks me out. I've been buying chocolate soy milk to eat with my cereal, "Wheatabix."

Now, for my American friends reading my blog, Wheatabix is a British cereal that I discovered when I stayed in London with Mimi.

(Side Note: Here is the little poem Mimi taught me about Wheatabix:

"The queen pulled down her nicks*
She licked her bum
And said, 'Yum, yum!
It tastes like Wheatabix!'")

Wheatabix looks repulsive. It's about a gagillion layers of fiber or something. Totally boring and kind of gross. There is an exception, though. Drenched in chocolate soy milk, it is absolutely DELICIOUS. Also, it's a miracle food. It keeps you full for hours and hours. Really amazing. Especially since I prefer not to eat at school (The reason for this is, of course, that I have never in my life been able to wake up early enough to make myself lunch in the mornings [no matter how late my classes are], and you try finding ziplock bags here in Paree. Buying lunch near school is OK, except that the only boulangerie puts sliced eggs in absolutely all their sandwiches [there are actually only two types of sandwich available: thon (tuna) and poulet (chicken)], and sometimes I just don't want eggs [or tons of non-Hellman's mayo] in my sandwich.)

Now, my dilemma was this: I brought back double stuffed Oreos from home. I clearly could not eat the Oreos sans milk. I mean, I guess I technically could do that. But who would really want milk's favorite cookie without milk?

So, I braved my grocery store, Monoprix, and scavenged for refrigerated milk. Miracles do happen! I found some! Baking soda and chickpeas are mythical things in this grocery store, but, luckily, I found some milk! It was obviously not skim milk, but beggars can't be choosers, I suppose. I happily put it into my chic old lady shopping cart and rolled it through the teeny tiny aisles (an American shopping cart from a real super market would never fit through any aisle in France's markets), and I brought it to the teeny tiny register.

Yesterday, I enjoyed a cup of milk and too many delicious Oreo cookies. Mmmmm.



*Abbreviation for knickers.