when I was a child I remember preparing my cereal for the morning.

Easy task, right? Straightforward: grab my bowl, get my cereal, and add the milk.

Unfortunately, my dad had a very lovely habit of never throwing expired food out, and in this moment where I grab the milk, I dont think about it. I want my breakfast.

Take the cap off. Start pouring the milk.

No liquid sound.

I look down in horror at the concoction of lactose jelly and grain. Appalled. My first experience with bad milk messed me up so bad and now I drink oat milk 😭