It’s only 2% milk, the other 98% is chemicals
They turn the frickin’ frogs gay.
Do you understand that?!
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.
You need to post a link for that. The image doesn’t help anyone
I agree but it is fun to see the shitposting
Can we get a bigger image of the milk? I can’t masturbate to this low quality milk.
Not with that attitude, buster

0/10 didn’t even get to taste it.
You can lick it up.
This image makes me cry…
Don’t cry over spilled milk.
Competition is the catalyst of innovation. Keep going, and you can make better-quality milk to sell.
My MILK brings all the MILK to the yard, damn right, its better than MILK
It’s great for washing down that Walmart Fent-On-The-Bottom yogurt.
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
I understand why my dad never came back. 5 out of 5.
I also understand why your dad never came back. 5.1 out of 5
I pour the milk first.
Aged like wine
I don’t know what wine you’re drinking, but may I try a little bit?
0/10 not femboy milk :(
0/10 not in a carton
Yikes, cow’s milk?
I SHIT MY PANTS!!! Definitely contains lactose. 10/10
Tastes milky with with a hint of tonka beans. Texture is smooth. The dance of the glyceris angels can be felt. Color is fresh snow white. No hint of sourness, the protein didn’t stucked to the teeth. Smell reminded me of my childhood at the lake house.
But it blue label is for 1.5% milk not 2% so that is a minus. This must be an American thing.
9/10
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. 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.












