I Don't Take Milk In My Cereal

[JillandJen]

I don't take milk in my cereal. I never have that I remember, so if I did, it will have been when I was a baby. But I love cereal, I have it every morning. I eat the cereals I grew up with, cornflakes, rice krispies, cheerios, frosties, coco pops and honey nut loops. I have never liked drinking milk either. Does anyone else eat cereal without milk or am I the only one?

I don’t either, apart from porridge. My favourite is weetabix.

I don’t like milk either so if I have cereal - usually corn flakes or rice crispies - will have it with orange juice and or yoghurt.

My daughter eats it dry.
When she has Coco Pops she always ends up leaving a fricking trail like Hansel and Gretel 😂

I like it with milk but didn’t as a child. I used to eat weetabix with butter and jam on!

I don’t eat dairy so I’ve always had cereal too, I also hate sandwiches made with any kind of butter or spread.

I’ve been called weird all my life, but it’s me who’s eating it and it’s not weird for me!

I had a Russian colleague many years ago who had it with water. Always seemed weird.

I don't drink milk & also eat cereal dry.

I don’t eat cereal anymore but when I did as a child I had it with the tiniest drip of milk I was allowed to get away with, I can’t bear anything soggy.

Same it’s a texture thing as I have arfid

My mum eats cereal with either apple or orange juice because she can't drink milk.

I hate milk, and always have, so no I don't take it with my morning porridge, or any other cereal.

I have bran flakes or all bran with some warm water. Not sure why or when it started, maybe when my Mum was into making All Bran cake.

I’ve never really liked milk. We had milk at school but I never drank it. My mother made milk puddings and we had them at school but I never liked them.

It turns out that I’m lactose intolerant. My brain clearly knew before I was aware.

I do not take the milk. I never may —
Not since the frost-veiled hour she disappeared.
The bowl remains, where once she’d pour and pray,
Its silence louder now than ever feared.
Each morning brings the echo of her tread,
Though none reside within these waning walls.
A silver spoon lies still, as if long dead,
Yet stirs at dusk when no one’s voice yet calls.
The flakes are crisp with dust of ancient years,
And whisper as I chew, in voices thin.
They speak of eyes, of screams, of choking fears,
Of whiteness spilled — and what was done therein.
I eat alone, though oft I feel her near!
No milk, I say. The milk is what I fear!

Edgar Allen Poe is turning in his grave…

I like milk but I don't have breakfast cereal. No appeal.

If I have cereal I have it with fresh orange juice in it. Have never liked milk since at school and they sat the frozen milk bottles on the storage heaters to defrost them. Warm milk yuk... Haven't drunk cows milk since.

Each to their own. I love cereal and I love milk