I have finally caught up with the milk.

[aliera]

I get milk delivered - one pint on Wed, two on Fri (tastes far better than the supermarket stuff, it's from a local dairy, I've never run out of milk in months etc etc), and the quantity is exactly right for my needs (mostly coffee related...).

But - I came back from Miami to find that the milk bottles had staged a coup and had invaded the fridge... My catsitting friend had been discovered allergic to dairy quite recently, and she forgot to tell me. She didn't think of canceling the milk either (bless).
So I have been having *very* milky coffees for a while, and I am happy to report that we are now finally down to three bottles in the fridge.
(Nope, the canceling bit didn't occur to me until - well... three seconds ago?? *is embarrassed*.
'Nyway.

Why is it worthy of mention (apart from being perfectly in line with a lifetime of non sequiturs, I mean) ?

Grandmother's 'Yesterday's Bread', that's why.

In my grandmother's house, fresh bread was bought (or was delivered or something) every day. We weren't allowed to have the fresh bread though - we had to eat Yesterday's Bread first.
I don't know if it was because she had to buy a set quantity (doubt it) or because she overestimated our bread eating capabilities (possible), the fact is that I don't remember being given the fresh bread ever. Ever ever ever.
Nothing wrong with bread that's a day old, mind you... But I still remember the smell of the 'just-out-of-the-oven' bread I never got to taste with regret to this day.

Me and the milk issue - pretty much the same.
(Consoling to think that it isn't incipient senility, but grandmother's genes at work).

On other news: round#2 of the work palava is next Thursday. I don't expect it to make a blind bit of difference, but have to go through the motions from the legal point of view.
THEN I am allowed to take them to the cleaners.

Have polished the CV and made contact with a recruiter. I think I'll spend the weekend investigating possible jobs, since I don't think I can possibly pay the mortgage with mice (or voles. Or squirrels).

Talking of the Guilty Party:



The blue blanket is a NEW blanket that I foolishly left on my bed while making space in the wardrobe.

All I have to say is - I hope the cat fluff will be easy to remove...........

Comments

[karamarie-mckay.livejournal.com]

If you'd like to try some Today Bread now, you can get some nice bread recipes online. I can't cook to save my life, but I managed fine with the bread recipes I found, so it can't be too difficult to bake.

Unfortunately, it's been a few years since I've baked any, and I don't know where my note cards are, but really, you ought to give it a shot.

Kara

[kiera-the-thief.livejournal.com]

...and as of today, fresh bread will be known as Today Bread......:)
Love the definition, I will definitely steal it and use it.
And thank you for listening... x

[minuial_nuwing]

Your kitty pictures always make me smile.

I remember having the 'milk in bottles' discussion with another friend from the UK. Doesn't happen here, at least not that I know of. When I was very small, I think there was a milkman, but not since I was old enough to remember. Milk comes in plastic jugs from the grocery. **sigh**

**hugs**

[kiera-the-thief.livejournal.com]

Heh - the Guilty Party is *still* asleep on said blanket...........!
I think he thinks the blanket is made of win because it is sooooooooooo soft (good job it's machine washable too).

I remember milk-in-bottles when I was a child and staying with Grandmother (the same one that had the bread situation going), and there always was a fight for the cream at the top of the bottle.
Fast forward 30+ years, and I can have the cream without fighting any siblings........:)

And I have been reading, darling Min, although I have been silent - the Haldir thing brought (happy!) tears to my eyes... You rock.

[minuial_nuwing]

**smooch**