cow-juice

Anon the bossy kicked like fork-ed lightning, laying out Shanghai Chandler flat on his stable floor, completely painting him with foamy cow-juice, flipping his hat far to the lee-ward, jamming up the tin milk-pail like a stepped-on stove-pipe, and causing a white editor to spout milk from his nose like a porpoise.

1861 February 6, “A Very Domestic Man”, in Buffalo Commercial Advertiser, volume XXVII, number 10165, Buffalo, N.Y.: E. R. Jewett, front page, column 4

BEFORE the advent of pasteurisation, consuming dairy foods was considered to be the ultimate adventure sport. Daredevils would draw large crowds to Victorian funfairs to watch them drink a pint of cow-juice while on a trapeze.

1999 December 6, Joe O’Shea, “Joe’s […] History: The Things We Wish Were True”, in The Star, Dublin, page 39

I needed that joint, and a vegetarian supper. What a child of the urban world I was: meat came on polystyrene trays wrapped in clingfilm and milk was bottled cow-juice. The countryside was another planet, really.

2011, Joolz Denby, Wild Thing, [Oxford, Oxon]: Ignite, →ISBN, page 245

Pre-pubescent rogue traders working through nap time in order to stay one step ahead of the markets and the opposition (“you snooze, you lose”) and demanding the finest cow-juice known to mankind from the milk monitor.

2014 November 14, Nick Curtis, “Give me a child and I’ll give you a banker”, in Evening Standard, London, page 15, column 2

I’d take my float and drive my figure of eight round the neighbourhood, picking up empties and delivering bottles of creamy white cow-juice, capped with red foil.

2015, Alex Christofi, Glass: A Novel, London: Serpent’s Tail, →ISBN, page 24