It took us several trips to various supermarkets to be brave enough to buy the milk in bags. We lugged the two plastic bladders full of milk, bouncing around like misshapen implants, into our trolley and stared at it. The kids poked it and laughed. I yelled at them, scared they would pop it in the aisle and we'd be escorted from the supermarket. Silly Australians. A trail of milk behind us.
|Milk in bag inside another bag 😳|
Something I just have to get better at is asking questions. This is probably my number one issue. I slink around people in the school parking lot. I wait for someone to come to me. It's probably not going to happen. I am very scary looking, after all. Point is, we wasted money on jugs, washing and felt like idiots because we didn't ask.
|Must buy this jug. Not an ordinary, run of the mill jug.|
|The milk IN the jug. That's it! Simply slice the corner off|
with the razorblade that sits inside the handle.
If allowing your kids to dot it, have 911 on standby.
So after a embarrassing long month of wondering. Mystery solved!
Now if anyone can tell me where you find full fat milk I'd be so grateful. I need the whole milk. None of this 2% nonsense. Gimme the fat!