Curdled Milk
There is nothing worse than two sinks full of sour curdled milk at midnight. Why midnight you may ask--because there was an intense craving for pancakes and a tall glass of cold milk. After driving to the corner store for fresh milk, I poured the old milk out in the sink (I knew it was bad). However, I was not expecting the double sinks to back up with curdled milk when I turned on the garbage disposal. There were so many chunks of curdled milk I wanted to puke up the pancakes I had just eaten. I spent a half hour trying to unclog the sinks while working around chunks of curdled milk. A plunger finally did the trick and I was left with the mess to clean up.
While cleaning up the curdled milk I realized that life is very much like a clogged sink full of curdled milk; problems, drama and disappointments always occur at the most inopportune time and we are forced to wade through the chunks to find solutions. As with curdled milk: we can plunge-in and take charge of our life or linger in a clogged puddle of chunks in confusion. I’m tired of the stench of soured milk, of bouts of depression and confusion—I want to find solutions and drink ice-cold fresh sweet milk.
A Curdle for your Thoughts:
Oo la la I like your style. Get rid of the old, the bad, the milky curdles, and in with the new. Throw out that book, and write something energetic, exciting, dark and invigorating. Draw from experience, but make it fresh, alive, and a distant you!
Is there ever an opportune time for problems,drama and dissapointments?
Never--never an opportune time... But then, perhaps Matildakay should respond--oh Matilda???
No there never is an opportune time for problems, drama and dissappointments... maybe that is why when they happen we tend to focus on them more than the good things, which we let slip by practically unnoticed.
I made a lovely pot of corn chowder and the milk in it curdled--it looks awful but tastes good--is there anything I could add to the soup to change the appearance of the soup