Warm milk was a common staple in Carmichael Dining Hall in the Honors College Complex on the 1980s campus of Ball State University.

The machines pumped out less than cold milk, every day, breakfast through supper.

I was never a milk drinker but took milk with my cereal. Warm or hot milk never satisfied me. I recall, only once my grandmother giving me hot milk at night when I was about 4 years old. Apparently, my straight on response was, “this tastes like shit.”

I’ve not had hot milk in about 52 years other than mixed with a packet of hot chocolate.

However, the Carmichael dining service milk machines oft reminded me of the hot cup of milk that I began getting a glass of ice to add to my cereal milk.

Nearly 40 years later, I still must have ice in my cereal’s milk. It’s the only time I actually drink my milk; it’s quite cold!

If your milk is not cold enough, don’t complain; just add ice and be grateful you have milk.

And, ice.

Stop complaining about warm milk and make it a great day!