A few years ago a friend’s son thought the future lay in coconut milk. It didn’t, at least for him. He picked himself up, dusted himself down and started all over again. If I remember I’ll tell you what he’s doing now at the end of this.
He was most unfortunate. Oat milk is all the rage. It’s not just for faddy weirdos, well maybe it is: there are two cartons in our ‘fridge.
That reminds me of the only time I met Donna Leon who asked me querulously “milk whistle?” At the time I was imbibing milk thistle but she mis-heard. I wonder if Oat Milk will go the way of milk thistle in my diet? It has become mainstream even in the Polish café at Barons Court.
I can almost hear the harrumphing from Hibernophile’s home in Armagh where Mrs H mixes the Maxwell House for himself and a whole jar costs not much more than a spiced chai latte with an extra shot, whipped cream and salted caramel.
This is what Dash is doing now: Three Spirits.
“We’re on a mission to show the world alcohol-free doesn’t mean pleasure-free.
After years spent in libraries, labs, bars and fields, we’ve created plant-based alternatives to alcohol that celebrate what you put into a drink, rather than what you take out. Created by a mix of plant scientists, world-class bartenders, hedonists, herbalists and artists, it’s probably why they feel, taste and do everything a little differently.
A new choice where there was none
“Alcohol has long been the wingman of that connection; but in the age of self-driving cars, meat-free meat and missions to Mars, we felt it was high time there was a better way to feel good that didn’t ruin Monday, or mean settling for soda or spirit imitations, on a night out.”
Aha! I’m normally behind the curve, but I have actually tasted and enjoyed Lively. Very delicious but really only an alternative to a spirit based drink.
Hope you, Robert and Bobby continue to thrive in this glorious weather. One day whilst that continues, do all make your way down to pretty Wiltshire. The pub has opened, good walking everywhere and is trying to make up for three missed french holidays. Only two in Cornwall with no doubt gales etc., are on the horizon.
Clever marketing, and non-alcoholic bars and mixed drinks are all the rage. Good luck to Dash.
I do enjoy the Brunetti books, though the latest seems to be getting slightly formulaic.
I will come as no surprise that Hibernophile has not embraced the uber-progressive food fads that have swept through the second decade of the 21st century. The title of today’s post would not pass trade descriptions viz. ‘milk’ must be produced by a lactating mammal, and a careful inspection of the packaging illustrated will show no mention of the white stuff.
Those who have jumped on the dairy free milk float are often those who shout loudest about the environment & sustainability, yet when one looks at the product origin of many of these alternatives you will find that ingredients have been shipped/flown from much further afield, which raises questions about unnecessary food miles (take that eco-activist).
Christopher, should you choose to pay a visit to Hibernophile Towers, I have instructed madam H to ensure you are offered something more suitable to your bohemian food fallacies. She has suggested seaweed crisps, tofu sandwiches and beetroot brownies. Bertie might prefer a Dexter sirloin steak. Oh, and you will have to rise early to milk all those almonds.