We actually had spoiled milk this week. This is the first time I remember spoiled milk happening since I did a science fair project about it in high school. You see the carnivores of the family have always been big milk drinkers--several gallons a week. However, with two of the Carnivores buying their own now, I guess I have to adjust the amount of milk I buy even more.
Note: more stories about milk coming soon.
This Week's True Food Confessions
Nothing exciting here on the eating front. We ate out for Wally's birthday and ate in with Subway sandwiches. We cooked a few other things at home, but we did not have lasagna. Which brings me to today's silly poem by Kenn Nesbitt.
When Larry Made Lasagna
When Larry made lasagna
all his neighbors stopped and stared.
His lasagna was the largest
that had ever been prepared.
He used ninety yards of pasta
and a half a ton of cheese,
and the sauce, he spread with spatulas
that looked a lot like skis.
With a hundred pounds of vegetables
and wagon-loads of meat
plus a tiny sprig of parsley
his lasagna was complete.
So he lifted that lasagna
with a forklift and a crane
and he placed it in an oven
that was longer than a train.
For a week, while it was baking,
its aroma filled the town,
till he took it from the oven
piping hot and golden brown.
All the neighbors came and tasted it
but frowned at him, and then
they complained, "It needs a bit more salt.
You'll have to start again."