My relationship with milk is a checkered one. Having grown up abroad, milk tended to be the UHT variety, unless you were really unlucky and had to have the powdered stuff. So you used it when you had to, rather than for pleasure. Coming back to the UK to real fresh white stuff was a pleasure, until enrolled in a local primary school I was met with one of those third-of-a-pint glass bottles with a straw. They were theoretically a good idea, at least until you let them sit outside in the sun until morning break. Even the wrath of the fierce nuns couldn't get me to choke one down.
But there are some occasions that demand a glass of the white stuff. When I played hockey at University, standard post-match refuelling involved a pint of milk in the bar. Nothing is more perfect with a PB&J sandwich on brown bread and then there are these brownies.
Lorraine Pascale's oreo brownies (recipe here) which are even better the day after you make them. And even more so with a cold glass of milk.