Here's something shared by my friend JLH --
I love cold milk. I have always loved milk but not as much as when I lived in Senegal and would have done anything for a large glass of really cold milk. I enjoy milk even more having had that experience. It's just not the same buying it warm from the farmer as he walks by your hut on the way to market.
The Wolof word for milk is "meow". Each night around dusk the farmer would peer over my fence and call " Meow, meow, Dio-Dio ( my Wolof name), Meow, meow, Dio-Dio". It makes laugh thinking about it. Milk and millet makes quite a good dinner, but cold milk is really awesome.
Sometimes you don't know what you love until you are without it.
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