In the hands of a 2 year old, it’s a tragedy. Kind of gross, really.
But in the hands of my mother-in-law, it’s the beginning of what I would call a science project, what she would call cheese. Or sour cream. Or probably 8 or 9 other things that would work well in an elementary school science project.
She scolded me for throwing out the old milk last week. To each his own, I suppose. Or as my grandma would say, it takes all kinds to make a world. In one sense, I’m sure her cheese would be a great success. And could even probably save us a bit of cha-ching.
Yet. The thought of turning my kitchen into a science lab is a bit more ‘earthy’ than I’m ready to be at this stage in my life.