I felt a bit like Magnum P.I. when I snapped this shot from our third story apartment.

You may remember my aversion to milk since arriving here in Xining.

Without consulting me, my wife made a deal with the devil (i.e. The Milkman.)

You may notice her nonchalantly walking away from a shadowy figure.  This may not seem that incriminating to you, but the next photo below should give you all the evidence you need.

And if that doesn’t convince you, I can testify that I was in my kitchen last night boiling milk, that was poured from a ladle, into our wok!

We’ve been swept up in the riptide of our culture…but I still prefer 2%.