Sena ordered some Hoosier Hill Farm Whole Milk Powder from Hoosier Hill Farm. Much to my chagrin, it should arrive tomorrow or the next day. I was not consulted. I remember choking down powdered milk when I was a kid. It tasted off, somehow. I can’t put my finger on just what the problem was. It ranks right up there with fruitcake, in my opinion (though evidently a certain somebody does not care about that detail). Both should be banned.
She even got a massive gallon pitcher as big as my head (no jokes, please) to hold what will likely be a month’s worth of the stuff (2 months if I have anything to say about it, but I won’t) in our fridge.
The puzzling thing about it is, even though it’s labeled Hoosier Hill Farm product, the factory (or laboratory) is in Middleton, Wisconsin, not anywhere in Indiana like the name suggests. And it’s shipped from Pennsylvania. Figure that one out. I think the perpetrators are trying to elude capture.
Anyway, it reminds me of Middleton, Wisconsin, where we briefly lived over 15 years ago when I tried private practice psychiatry. I interviewed up there a couple of times and always enjoyed the trip up there on Highway 151. We always got a kick out of one of the funny roadside attractions like the udder flashing cow. It’s a statue of a laughing spotted cow flashing her udders and it’s visible from the highway. It advertises the Crazy Cow Saloon at a local motel, the Baymont Inn—which we’ve never visited and glad to clear that up. I still have the picture I took of it in November of 2008.
I’m not sure whether the Roadside America article about that cow is right or wrong about whether it’s next to the Baymont Inn or the Belmont Inn. My picture suggests that it was the Baymont Inn according to the sign when we stopped for gas. Whatever.
But that reminds me of one time we were returning to Iowa from Middleton, Wisconsin. I think we were staying at the Hilton Garden Inn—which just happens to be within walking distance from the Hoosier Hill Farm crime complex where powdered milk is perpetrated on the innocent American public. Anyway, we got a variety pack of New Glarus beer which included their famous Spotted Cow.
One of the others made my lips and the tip of my tongue tingle and feel a little numb. I can’t recall the name of it and none of the New Glarus Brewery beers listed in a huge calendar (including the relevant time period I found on a Reddit thread) ring a bell.
Maybe there’s another use for that gallon pitcher.
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