When I Run Out of Milk
June 16th, 2005There isn’t really any point in cooking or grocery shopping if CJ isn’t going to be home anyway. And so I allowed us to run out of milk this morning…except for maybe a tablespoon in the bottom of the jug. I stopped at Safeway on the way to school and got two scones from the Starbucks inside the store — one cranberry orange and one cinnamon chip. The latter had drizzled icing, but I preferred the cranberry orange.
The microwave just sounded….must mean that my frozen chicken pot-pie is no longer frozen…
Did you know that, for $160,000, you could buy a machine that would milk the cows you would also have to buy, unaided [hm -- the machine, not you the cow-purchaser], using lasers to find the pertinent udder parts? Then, you would never have to worry about running out of milk.
Incidentally, when you picture a land “flowing with milk and honey” what images come to mind? Would you like to live in such a land?
And, do you put honey on your pancakes or maple syrup?
And boy, I would think Starbucks would not find it, um, hip? to be situated in a grocery store.
Lastly, I hope your frozen cpp was not in a metal pie-plate.
I have mental images of a robotic milker, sweeping the cow with its laser and coming closer, closer….were I the cow, I would kick the machine.
It is hip to be located in a high class grocery store.
Milk waterfalls? Would it be warm or cold milk? Honey puddles instead of mud puddles? Major problems with the kids getting the floor dirty?
Hey, how do you know when to take something in the Bible literally and when to take it figuratively? Clearly this was figurative…just like verses that sound like they support a flat earth.
What if the six days were six periods of time after all…
My pie came in its own, pre-frozen, microwaveable pie plate.
It was good, too…do you happen to have a good chicken pot pie recipe? I could be persuaded to do a little cooking while CJ is gone….
Speaking of CJ being gone, I heard a NOISE downstairs a little while ago. But I searched the house when I came home from school, while it was still daylight, so I know there is nothing to worry about.
One more about the cow…I’m more concerned about too much milk than too little. I tend to avoid cereal for breakfast, so CJ uses most of the milk. If he’s gone, it might expire before it gets used up.
All that to say that the milking machine with cow accompaniment would not suit my requirements at this time, thank you very much. You may keep it.
You could try selling your machine on e-bay.
I’ll do that after I finish getting my middle name changed. Care to place a bid?
The honey is flowing too, right?
I picture more rivers or streams of ‘em, both flowing together (but somehow not getting mixed). The milk would probably have to be warm, I’m thinking. Or would that be unspiritual, earthly, of the devil?
So, you think the earth was created in 6 periods of time, huh? I think maybe that philosophy might be in the brethren assemblies as well. That and — a local gathering of believers shouldn’t exceed 153 people (or else disunity runs rampant) — since that was the number of fish the disciples caught with their nets that time.
So, it would have been a more spiritual breakfast if you had had some milk with your icing (honey?) drizzled scone. Except, chances are they were made with yeast. Nothing spiritual about yeast. And cinnamon chip falls way short of the glory of chocolate chip.
I don’t think I really like scones anyway.
I actually kind of like the BHG recipe for CPP. Anything is bound to be okay with white sauce, chicken, vegetables in a real pie crust. Disgusting, in my mind, are the Bisquick-type alternatives.
Yeah, and while you’re editing, you forgot an ‘r’ in preferred.
Don’t mention it.
So she went into the garden to cut a cabbage-leaf to make an apple-pie; and at the same time a great she-bear, coming up the street, pops its head into the shop. “What! No soap?” So he died, and she very imprudently married the barber: and there were present the Picninnies, and the Joblillies, and the Garyulies, and the grand Panjandrum himself, with the little round button at top, and they all fell to playing the game of catch-as-catch-can till the gunpowder ran out at the heels of their boots.
I have always found Mr. Foote’s writing to be remarkably perspicuous, myself…but what do you think of his political ideas?
I will mention it….you were so kind to point out my spelling error.
I changed your errors and then deleted those comments, but I intend to leave this one up, as an example of the total depravity of the writing of mankind- born to grammatical and orthographical errors as the sparks fly upward.
In our case, however, it seems that the sparks fly every which way. Should we not find ways to better organize our sparks?
What do you have against Bisquick? Do you make yours with a crust above and below?
Would you have philosophical objections to a CPP with a lattice-top crust, or should such crusts be used only for desserts…..since all things must be done decently and in order?
Item: One automatic milking machine — everything totally automatic! All YOU have to do is buy the cows. This totally amazing machine will track down your cow. It’s programming allows it to milk in the way that best fits your cow’s personality! Have a cantankerous cow? This machine will milk her in her sleep! Machine in very good condition. Starting bid: $6,300. Customer pays shipping. Pay Pal preferred. (With two r’s, naturally)
I picture the honey as being more like tree sap, or muddy water…you know, it shall be within him as a well of honey, oozing up and drizzling out. “Ooze up, oh honey (goop, goop!
Of course I believe in 6 periods of time…as long as you are referring to 24-hour days. I think a personal creation leaves us much more accountable to God.
As for the 153 members, you are absolutely correct. No more than 12 elders, either, twelve being a common leadership number in the Bible.
I love that S.F. quote. I wonder how he found your site?
Well, I’m afraid that, if we concentrate our sparks, we may start a fire. However, if this does not deter you, feel free to be our guide.
We must be close to # 1 on Google by now…that makes us so easy to find.
Hm — no guidance yet so I persist in my scattered ways. Most of this seed will no doubt fall on rocky soil anyway.
If you had a cat, or better yet a dog, you could hear a NOISE and immediately write it off as one or the other (or both). May I suggest a foxhound? I have one for sale, bids starting at $.000063.
It does bother me but I couldn’t fault you for lattice top, provided you made it decently and placed it in an orderly fashion.
Why not just have a cranberry pie for dessert — make the two crusts (double, I must add, would be the only way) at once, have the fun of doing both kinds of tops?
Don’t you know it only takes A spark to get a fire going?
Have you ever made or eaten a cranberry pie?
I don’t know. If you’re going to use “totally amazing” in your ad, you might as well pay extra and be on the home page with the “My mom [got very excited] — she lost 63 pounds in 2 minutes!” ones.
If your seed is falling on rocky soil you might want to reconsider your planting methods.
Did your mom lose 63 pounds chasing the recalcitrant milking machine?
REALLY high class grocery stores (like Wegmans!) don’t need no outsider coffee in THEIR stores. They make their own and sell it just a few cents more cheaply. Or just a few cents more expensively but one doesn’t mind because it’s sooooo good. Or so I assume, never having drunk coffee since that fateful day with Grandma K when I discovered to my extreme chagrin, that coffee does not taste as good as it smells.
The mental picture of my, um, cup running over with honey makes me feel extremely claustrophobic, or whatever “fear of drowning by honey” would be.
How much are you charging for shipping and handling for the foxhound? I seem to remember something about “Canine Defrenestration” in connection with that dog. I think the S&H costs would be ruinous. You can keep him.
Really high class grocery stores have patrons who use good grammar.
Or seven elders — that would be perfect! Just not six, the number of man.
Numerology or something — that’s another assembly thing, in a subtle kind of way. Some are more adept at manipulation than others.
Ugggh….I remember the day we tried coffee with Grandma, too. Yuck!
No, no….twelve is the number of leadership…12 tribes, 12 apostles…seven is a time number more than anything else, as the OT clearly shows.
I shouldn’t have limited you to cats and dogs, thus saith I after further reflection. A cow could probably serve the same purpose (as well as serving you a healthy milk supply).
Except that the process of getting a cow to the continuous milk stage kind of bothers me. Maybe you should get a cow and a calf and just share. That way, too, you wouldn’t have to worry so much about supply and demand when CJ was away.
Hm. Except that when the calf outgrew the need for milk, you’d need to come up with another calf. SO, it looks like you might need to purchase a nuclear cow family.
What about a goat? Would your machine work with goats? I know you and your hair love goats!
Are you calling my mom a cow?
Because if you are, so is yours.
And, I’m not a cowboy either.
Goats are smaller….couldn’t I have, say, 7 goats (clean ones, of course — no animals with divided hooves for me!
CowGIRL, maybe.
Your website accused me of being a cowboy, as I recall. Seems like you’re the one with cow issues.
I think I’ve eaten cranberry pie. Might have been a cranberry blend, though. You?
Never eaten cranberry pie. Sounds a little over the top.
I’m a little afraid to start exchanging insults with you (particularly ‘your mother’ ones) but, at Wegmans they don’t let you in unless you know how to spell ‘defenestration’ correctly.
We could do “your father” insults. Hey, you’ve made more mistakes than I on this exchange, so watch your attitude, sister.
If you get goats, you probably get Mom too. Do you like goat cheese? Goat milk?
OK, gotta go — my ice-cream cone is here.
Do you think this website is proof of why women should be silent in the church?
I WANT AN ICE CREAM CONE!!!!!
You forgot “fee, fi, fo, fum.”
Fee, Fi, Fo, Fum
I want an ice-cream cone
If you don’t care to give me some-
I’ll have to buy one of my own.
Is that better?
Mackinac Island Fudge. I’ll get you some if you come pick it up.
Is it unspiritual of me to want to buy an ice-cream cone? If the Lord really wanted me to have ice cream, would He not send an ice-cream truck to the house?
(Someone did, by the way!)
Never mind about the ice cream. I took myself out to dinner tonight, having no husband to take me out. I went to Wendy’s, so of course I got a frosty.
“If the Lord had wanted us to fly, He would have given us wings.”
I do not agree with these fatalistic approaches to life, as you know from other issues we have discussed where this idea has come up. Life is intense activity, not drifting along and waiting.
If the Lord sends the ice cream truck, does He want you to have ice cream? Why did you hyphenate in only 2 out of the 3 ice creams up there?
I do occasionally enjoy goat cheese in my salad. Never tried goat milk. You?
Same for me.
I was just thinking that I need to have the last word here.
Why?
Three reasons:
1)It’s my website.
2)Due to my sudden change of environment (i.e. no school & no husband), I am WAY under my word quota for the week.
3) Why not?
Because.
I see we are exposing a case of a transmitted character trait. I knew that my sister, like myself, believed in having the last word, but I did NOT know that my very favorite brother-in-law had caught the disease! Congratulations!
Unfortunately, I regret to point out that I now have the last word. In fact, I have the last 50 or so words. And here’s a few more: ha ha ha ha ha!
Actually, Jeremy, as long as I am picking on you, how come you haven’t posted since (quick pause to check Jeremy’s Journal) June 7th?
By the way, world, I have yet to open the milk I purchased on Friday.
I’ve been too busy to organize my thoughts. This is a dangerous situation as it tends to be self-propogating.
It shouldn’t be hard to write a post about trying to organize your thoughts….actually, I’ve been sort of thinking about organization…maybe I’ll post right now!
Commenting here probably should be way down my list of priorities but I simply MUST have the last word for a few minutes. Can’t have husband AND sister getting ahead of me.
Comment [...]*
(*To infinity — please don’t write anything; I’m not finished yet.)
Oh, wait, I have to interrupt myself and ask why, Dear Husband, you comment on HER site and not on the posts of your own children and wife? [manipulative sniff]
If you think I’m going to let you comment on to infinity without a fight, you have another think coming.
AND, what’s with the “HER”. Such a pronoun, used in such a context, with such large capital letters implies a superior attitude on your part towards me, your very own favorite older sister.
Do you think Jeremy comments on your site a lot more or less than you comment on his?
A moot point since he doesn’t post anymore.
I’ll pose the question to him.
You’re my favorite sister, all right. And, I will not let the knowledge of my superiority influence this ever — no fear!
Every time I see that title, I think:
When I run out of milk,
It will be forever,
Or I’ll never run out at a-all…
It is frustrating me that I can’t figure out what song you are using up there…which one is it?
And you can’t talk to me that way…I didn’t sell my birth right for a dish of stew.
Maybe six hours until CJ comes back?
Whew!
Thanks for adding # 80….I was about to do it myself! And you never answered my question about the milk song.
It’s important for everyone to know that
1) Milk is generally still good after the expiration date, as I have once again shown successfully.
2) The Better Homes and Gardens recipe for Chicken Pot Pie was quite good. I made it with thyme. I also adjusted the crust recipe. I substituted butter instead of shortening, added an egg, and added more thyme.
It’s about thyme you tried our recipe.
Fortunately your recipes are better than your jokes.