Just one glass gives me a full days worth of vitamin R!
The butterfat was exquisite but my fridge door isn’t strong enough to store it, so I keep it on the main shelf, but I had to move the HP sauce so things are a bit crazy here right now.
For those who want to actually post a review:
Feel free to find equally stupid shit to review
I went to check the other bogus reviews and found that page 2 says there are no reviews. Out of the 14.1K reviews on the products.
Recieved femboy milk instead, which is great. Tasted very good. 4 stars, would be 5 if they always shipped femboy milk rather than just by accident.
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lactose intolerant. saw the hat man. 3/10
It is not a wall, but I wanted a wall from WALLmart. Very disappointed 0 stars
Triggers my lactose intolerance like nobody’s business
5/5 people buy this white colored water so I can buy cheaper heavy whipping cream and whole milk
2% milk, other 99% is chemicals that turn the frogs gay (joke)
The extra 1% is for extra gayness
It’s only 2% milk, the other 98% is chemicals
They turn the frickin’ frogs gay.
Do you understand that?!
“My daughter tried using this in her Bad Dragon donkey-sized dildo and made a huge mess. She was so embarrassed that she tried to clean it up herself and missed a bunch of spots. The damn house still smells like a cheesemonger’s stale fart from where this milk seeped into the corners of the carpet. Worked great though, looked just like cum. 4/5 stars.”
How do I delete someone else’s comment?
*how do WE delete OUR comment
I made paneer, following a recipe I’ve used dozens of times before. The resulting cheese was perhaps softer than usual, and even after squeezing it and dripping for hours, the slow drip of whey continued, unabated.
I dared to try a bit. The texture was just as expected, with the familiar squeak as the cheese broke apart upon chewing, and just a hint of extra liquid. The flavor was also fine. I could have added more salt, but that’s a problem I’ve run into before, and I usually cook the paneer into something, so I would just make a saltier sauce.
I decided it would be fine to leave dripping overnight, but I thought something was unusual. It was late, and dark, and I was ready to go to sleep, so I needed an answer to the lingering doubt at the back of my mind. The bowl I hang cheese over to drip is one of my largest bowls, but I dumped out the accumulated whey anyways - then I went to bed.
In the morning, my wife woke me up in a panic, and I came downstairs to discover that the bowl had filled, then overflowed with whey. I dumped the bowl once more, cleaned up the mess, and then promptly dug a pit to bury whatever this approximation of cheese was. Maybe it will stop. Maybe it will flow down into the water table, and bacteria will digest whatever is in the Great Value whey.
In either case, I have made the important decision that the outcome is not my fault. Walmart is responsible for whatever occurs, and if I need to sell this house at some point in the future, I hope Walmart will disclose the state of affairs to the buyer, because I most certainly will not.
Three stars out of five.
Not cowgirl breast milk, very disappointing
Where may I purchase cowgirl breast milk? Is it free range?
Not sure but I’d like to know too
You know when you take that first spoonful of New England clam chowder and it’s like the universe whispers, “Slow down, buddy, you’re home now”? My family treated chowder like a sacred ritual…snowstorm outside, pot simmering inside, everyone pretending not to notice that my cousin Jimmy always stole the oyster crackers just to crush them up into fine cracker dust. And then use those as his own personal hacky sacks until the bags exploded.
You know when the steam fogs your glasses and suddenly you’re back in your grandparents’ kitchen, watching mammy stir the pot with the same wooden spoon that’s she’d had since before you were born? That spoon could have otherwise been a magic wand with the wonders she could prepare in that kitchen.
Sadly, mammy passed a few years back. Jimmy died a couple of days ago. OD’d on fentanyl; aspirated on a piece of potato from the chowder we had prepared together for lunch that day. He was looking pretty gaunt by then, and I thought cooking a big pot would bring back a little of the magic, like old times again.
Anyway, the rest of this gallon here still sits in my fridge. Aging day by day, slowly headed towards its expire date. Much like the rest of us. But maybe this review will be retained for some time long after. 5/5 - Rest well Jimmy, you’re home now. I miss you.
Rest in peace, Jimmy I honestly don’t know how true this story is, but for a second I thought I was reading a book (a good one)
I don’t know what I just read but it was beautiful.
