The Milkman Cometh...

Today I came home after a long, hot commute, swung open the refrigerator door to grab a beverage, and was greeted by a beautiful sight:

Yes, ladies and gentlemen, today I received my first Oberweis delivery. For me, the absolute worst part of buying groceries is buying milk. Since I don't have a car in the city, I usually carry my groceries home from the store, because it's only two blocks from my apartment. I have a little old lady cart, but most of my shopping occurs on the way home from work, and if I have to go home to retrieve the cart, I lose the motivation to go back out to the store. This system is fine, as long as I don't have to pick up milk. Even though I'm single and living alone, I still go through a gallon of milk a week for cereal and late-night chocolate milk cravings. Having to carry it home from the store means I can only buy half as many other groceries, because the milk will be the only thing I can carry in that hand. Plus, it's cold, wet, heavy, and slippery -- not exactly a joy to schlepp even a mere two blocks.

So when a group of Oberweis representatives came to our building last week with free samples and information about delivery to our building, I decided to go listen to their sales pitch. I've always been fond of Oberweis's products (especially their ice cream), but couldn't ever justify the extra expense of purchasing them over cheaper store brand milk and whatever premium ice cream was on sale for the week. But the prospect of having milk delivered directly to my apartment, coupled with six months of free delivery as a sign up bonus, swayed my opinion. I'm not sure if I'll stick with the Oberweis delivery after the six months has elapsed (a gallon of Oberweis milk is already twice as expensive as it is at the store; add the delivery charge and it's up to nearly $9 a week for milk), but for now, I'm savoring the luxury having my dairy products come to me. Plus, I'm totally digging the retro-vibe (and to a lesser extent, the eco-friendliness) of the glass bottles. They take me back to my childhood, when I used to visit my grandparents and they still (somehow) purchased their milk in glass bottles and it was the only place I ever saw them. Nothing like a little dose of nostalgia with your Crispix in the morning...