What if?

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If you have known me more than a day, you know I don't like milk. Never have. Cheese is a different story--love the stuff! But milk? I will drink pretty much anything else before milk. It was torture growing up because the full mug of milk always sat dutifully next to the dinner plate, and we had to drink the milk before we were excused. What made the scenario even harder was the fact that my mother, the one who served the milk and excused us, did not like milk herself! I have never seen my mother, or my father for that matter, drink a glass of milk. Once I became an adult, I stopped drinking it. I keep milk on hand for cooking or cereal, but not drinking.

So, then, why in the past week, have I craved milk? Craved it in such a way that I have finished 2 quarts. I had to run up to Fresh Market 5 minutes before they closed last night just so I could get a new bottle of milk. Heaven forbid I went without milk until this morning! I cannot get enough of the cold white stuff. AND I just discovered the yummy goodness of organic Jersey cow milk. Not like the watery skim I have always had from the grocery store. This Jersey milk is fresh, and creamy, and I am hooked.

Why am I writing about milk in a blog about Peru? It hit me last night. What if they do not have milk in Peru? I know they will have milk (tres leches cake anyone?), but what if it's not my milk? What if it is made from a goat or llama? What if it does not taste right (to my liking)? What am I going to do for 3 weeks? What am I really going to be able to drink there?

This inner conversation continued this morning, as I brewed my green tea. What if they do not have tea? May I take my own tea bags with me? Or will the airport security search my bags in a false belief that the tea bags might carry something else? What if I cannot have green tea? I have been assured there is a Starbucks (they are every where...go figure) 10 minutes from the house. Will it have the same tea options as American Starbucks?

Who knew such simple things could turn us around. There. Now I'm off to enjoy a glass of milk. (My mom must be falling out of her computer chair right about now.)