Bloggrandson-in-law =HC= of House of Zathras mentions this quirk:

I put icecubes in my milk.

And there's more milk-icers in the comments.

For years, Beloved Wife TNT of Smiling Dynamite has mocked me mercilessly for doing the same thing, treating me as though I was the only person on the planet capable of such deranged behavior.

Looks like this particular fetish may have a larger following than anyone has ever suspected. Come on, you closet milk-icers... fess up.

By the way, =HC=, please consider getting your own blog. Writing talent like yours needs to be showcased, not hidden in comments sections. Read this & think it over.

UPDATE - 10:30 PM: I'm not actually a freak, because I've got an excuse. Four years on the Enterprise where the milk was usually served at room temperature. And keep in mind that - all too often - the temperature of the "room" was also about the temp of the part of the Indian Ocean we were floating around on. Say about 90 degrees.

Warm water, warm milk, warm pop, warm bug juice, warm beer (if we were out to sea long enough)... I developed an obsession with making sure that drinks that are supposed to be served cold are served at the temperature God intended, i.e. just above freezing.

So I'm not really a freak, just scarred.

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