Once, when we ran out of milk, I gleefully squirted the lacking nectar into my baby-daddy's coffee cup for him, being very proud to be able to provide.
He was only slightly mortified.
I can't imagine what kind of cheese or icecream it would produce tho.... at least appearing to be so much thinner in fat content than cow or goat milk. ("appearing to be"..... I don't have the stats on that)
Worry is a misuse of imagination
“She had blue skin, And so did he.
He kept it hid And so did she.
They searched for blue Their whole life through,
Then passed right by- And never knew.”