The Week of Rotten Milk

Yes, it does sound disgusting, doesn't it? Since he was about 5 and learned to read, Patrick has been announcing that everything is "rotten" 2 or 3 days before its expiration date. It drives me up a wall. So, on the 7th (last Tuesday), he announced that 3 cartons of milk were rotten and he was throwing them out, because the little boys are too afraid of me to do so. I ordered him to cease and desist immediately, and took the milk to the regular refrigerator (as opposde to the bar sized "milk locker" under the pass through on which I place dinner every night). The next day, I made Candy Cane Ice Cream with this "rotten" milk. It's gone. Somehow, no one noticed that the ice cream was rotten. Maybe it was because no one can resist pretty pink food?
By Saturday, the milk was going sour. Perfect! I left it on the counter for a little while, and made a Cinnabun Coffee Cake with sour milk instead of fresh. It was wonderful - better than the original. My little guy spent the whole weekend grazing at it. And for that little weasel to keep coming back for something is a virtually unknown phenomenom!

One thing they all really enjoyed was my newest creation, Sour Milk Waffles. Of course, I didn't tell them these were made with the "rotten" milk, or no one would have tried them.

SOUR MILK WAFFLES

3 cups flour
1-1/2 tsp salt
5 tsp baking powder
2 tbsp sugar
3 eggs
2-1/4 cups sour milk
1/2 cup vegetable oil

Beat all ingredients together, and bake in a waffle iron. This batter can be stored in the refrigerator for a few days. (Sorry, but I couldn't get a picture before the little guys just dug into their waffles.)

I'm thinking bread and cake are next on the horizon for my "rotten" milk. What a week!