BITESIZED: Milk

Over the last few weeks, I’ve noticed myself leaning more and more towards a particular thing in my fridge… milk. I wouldn’t say I’m drinking too much of it, and I’m definitely not getting through four pints a day, but somehow it’s disappearing a lot faster lately. There’s something about the simplicity of milk that feels grounding — especially now that the days are getting darker and colder.

It’s become my quiet little comfort. A glass of cold milk in the evening, a glass of milk with my quick milk straws— it just fits whatever mood I’m in. The milk I buy doesn’t just end up in a glass either; it finds its way into my cereal, my amazing buldak noodle recipe, or it's just gulped straight from the carton.

People sometimes laugh when I tell them. “Who just drinks milk?” they ask. Me — I do. Though, to be fair, so do all my housemates. It’s simple, delicious, and honestly, a bargain in this cost-of-living era. There’s always a carton in the fridge, usually half-empty because someone’s nicked some for their cereal. Still, I don’t mind — it just means I’ve got an excuse to buy more.