I live in a house of voracious milk consumers – tea drinkers, coffee addicts, milk chuggers and cereal eaters. Between the four of us, I’d guess we down around a litre a day. No one in the house is more opinionated on the subject than my partner, an enthusiastic and compulsive tea drinker. Her take is that Farmhouse Gold is the best milk, while other brands, which will remain unnamed, are completely inappropriate for a household with such colossal demand. Her opinion has received a mixed reception.
So, it didn’t matter that she’d been unofficially banned from taste tests due to accusations, exclusively from me, of giving up halfway through every taste test. She had to attend – it’s the only way she could transform her opinion into fact. Was she Aristotle preaching a round Earth to fourth-century flat-earthers, or a modern flat-earther preaching rubbish? We would find out.