Milk

Fiorella's paternal line has Galitzian roots, which means she has milk bred into her bones.  As her great-grandfather explained, "When the Poles come into money, they buy a smart-looking horse. When the Galitzians come into money, they buy a cow so the children can have milk." Further on down the line, one of the saddest days in my father's childhood was when the family's rent-a-cow was reclaimed by its owner because Dad's widowed mother couldn't make the weekly payment.

To fast forward, both Dad and his brother made sure their children guzzled milk by the gallon, even  through their teens.  In fact, Dad gently called Fiorella (age twenty-five) down because she ordered a Coke when the family was out to eat.  His exact words were, "Fio, shouldn't that be milk?"

Fiorella did go through a rebellious Coke phase for a while there, but now it's back to the basics. She's a milk girl all the way.