I like to eat or drink something new periodically, and this fall I bought a jar of macadamia nut milk from Treehouse Milk.
I'm not a big fan of macadamia nuts. I am more of a fan of the pecans and cashews.
But I had never seen "macadamia milk" before. I think this is because macadamia nuts are expensive. I've never bought any, but people ask if I bake macadamia nut cookies.
The answer is always.... Uh, no.
The Mercantile, and we saw it.
Pricey! But it's made locally, with no additives. Worth a try.
It tasted... alright. Very thin. No sweetness. It tasted like watered down skim milk.
I drank it. But I don't want anymore.
Why? Because it costs too much. And it didn't blow my skirt up. I will stick to my almond, rice, and cashew milks. I like oat and hemp milk also.
I looked at this and thought "This must be something white folk drank."
LOL! I don't know why I think like that! I need to change that mentality!!
It did have the macadamia nut taste. It was definitely macadmia nut milk. I don't care for macadamia nuts, so that is most likely why I was neutral about it. I ain't GOTS to have any more of it.And I think the major problem (or benefit, really), is that it doesn't have all the additives, some of which are considered not good for us. So it tastes different. I have to admit that it tasted very clean, if that makes any sense.
They do have a cashew milk, though. I may try that next time. They also have pecan milk. I want to try that one, too. So I will buy more milk. I just like supporting businesses in my community :)
Anyway, I had another thought... This must be what breast milk tastes like.
Uh, I wouldn't know. I just remember my mother pumping breast milk from her breast with a manual pump, and then storing it in the refrigerator for my brother and sister when they were newborns.
I wouldn't know what breast milk tastes like. I was too chicken to taste it.
Anyway, I have a funny story.
My mother had made biscuits one Sunday morning back in 1981, when my sister was just born. My stepfather and I really liked the biscuits, so much so that we had seconds.
"Those were some really good biscuits," my 11-year-old self said to my mother.
"Sure were," my step-father said.
"I'm glad you liked them," my mother said. "Because I'd ran out of regular milk so I used breast milk instead."
My stepfather and I were... speechless.
And for years, whenever she made biscuits, I paused.
That was just a funny story.
This was a good buy, a good "something new". I want to try more of their milks.
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