I stopped by the grocery store in a rush a few days ago to pick up a few necessities. You know, eggs, bread, milk, the usual stuff.
This morning, I finished the last of the milk (the milk I already had) and reached in the fridge for the new milk, ripped the top off, and poured it right into the almost-full glass I already had.
Before I go any further with this narrative let me just say that I LOVE milk. A day without milk is like a day without sunshine in my book (sorry orange juice marketers) and breakfast without milk just isn’t right. It would be like crackers without cheese, a movie without popcorn, CSNY without Y. (It’s been years and I’m still not over that one.)
Next, I took a big gulp of my beloved milk and what to my wondering taste buds did appear?
I HATE buttermilk! Except in biscuits, of course. And, ranch dressing.
So, to the twit that stuck a jug of buttermilk in with the sweet acidophilus …
Very bad move.
On the brighter side, breakfast with Dr. Pepper ain’t too shabby.
But, what the heck am I going to do with a gallon of buttermilk?
I am impressed you didn’t hurl it across the room by way of projectile puke!! I know I would have….oh I am sorry I am mistaken….I wouldn’t be drinking it in the first place….yuck…!
You would if, kike me, you weren’t really paying attention.
You can bake wonderful stuff with it! I sometimes use it in place of yogurt in smoothies. Makes great mashed potatoes too. I always keep a jug in my fridge.
Really? I just never have liked it on anything except biscuits and ranch dressing. Of course, I’ve not tried it in much of anything else so who knows, maybe I would like it.