After bitching about the curdled creamer in San Francisco, I had another run-in. Last night I was helping my mom make dinner and was making some cornbread. I emptied the boxes into a bowl and added the eggs. I got the milk out of the fridge, unscrewed the lid, and what did I hear fall into the measuring cup? "Plop, plop!" Gross! I think curdled milk is following me!
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