A typical conversation with my brother…
(None of this was serious, btw. Mostly me making conversation.)
Me: I hate that I alway end up getting too much buttermilk when I’m making cornbread. It goes bad and I have to throw it out.
Him: What, the cornbread ? I’d take that off your hands.
Me: No, the extra buttermilk. It doesn’t seem to keep as long as regular milk.
Him: Seriously, how do you know when buttermilk has gone bad ? Is it less sour ?
Me (laughing): No, trust me, it’s worse.
Him: But you’ve always liked buttermilk to drink, too, right ? So drink it before it goes bad.
Me: I always worry that I won’t have buttermilk when I get ready to make more cornbread or pancakes.
Him: Sounds like that’s happening anyway, when it’s gone bad. So at least if you’re drinking it, it’s not going to waste, right ?
Me: Okay, I feel kinda dumb now.
Him: That’s what I’m here for.
Me: I’m hanging up now.
Him: I’ll be in your city tomorrow…
Me: Brunch ?
Him: Yes, please. 😄
Me: See ya. 🍽
Me: I hate that I alway end up getting too much buttermilk when I’m making cornbread. It goes bad and I have to throw it out.
Him: What, the cornbread ? I’d take that off your hands.
Me: No, the extra buttermilk. It doesn’t seem to keep as long as regular milk.
Him: Seriously, how do you know when buttermilk has gone bad ? Is it less sour ?
Me (laughing): No, trust me, it’s worse.
Him: But you’ve always liked buttermilk to drink, too, right ? So drink it before it goes bad.
Me: I always worry that I won’t have buttermilk when I get ready to make more cornbread or pancakes.
Him: Sounds like that’s happening anyway, when it’s gone bad. So at least if you’re drinking it, it’s not going to waste, right ?
Me: Okay, I feel kinda dumb now.
Him: That’s what I’m here for.
Me: I’m hanging up now.
Him: I’ll be in your city tomorrow…
Me: Brunch ?
Him: Yes, please. 😄
Me: See ya. 🍽
