In honor of Mother’s Day, I’m going to talk about milk – specifically spoiled milk.
Isn’t that what a mother’s life is all about anyway. We suckle our babies, we pour gallons into cereal bowls, and we give white, frothy advice.
How many times has your mother told you not to “cry over spilled milk?”
In order for our children to grow strong bones and healthy teeth, we are sure to give our kids several glasses of milk daily. Our husbands run to the corner market at all hours of the night to pick up milk, and it’s really the only beverage American households cannot seem to live without.
Milk is the basis of our very existence. The cow should be our symbol of fertility.
So for a mother like myself, the date on a carton of milk is crucial to the health and well-being of herfamily. Although a mother always knows, a mother cannot always trust her nose. Let’s just say that a lifetime of repeated sinus infections has compromised my ability to smell and taste.
Doesn’t that make you want to try all the recipes I’ve posted?
I remember sitting at my desk eating a yogurt when a guy I worked with came over and immediately became disgusted by my choice of food. He grabbed the container out of my hand, tasted it, and threw it into the trash.
That was my lunch!
You see, I’ve probably built up an immunity to spoiled dairy because I just can’t taste or smell well enough to know if I’m eating curdled milk.
All that to say the date on a carton of milk is important to me. Actually it’s more important to my kids. The thing that I find amazing is that, according to my gallon, milk spoils faster in New York City than anywhere else in America.
Notice the two “Sell by” dates in the picture above.
What if you live on the edge of Queens and Long Island? For those of you not in NY, Queens is part of NYC and Long Island is a suburb. Technically the people living across the street will have an extra SIX DAYS to drink their milk.
Is that fair?
I’m not certain, but I think there may be a cow conspiracy in NYC.
HAVE A HAPPY MOTHER’S DAY!