A few weeks ago, I wrote a column on drinking buttermilk and found out in the process that I kind of like the stuff, primarily because it soothes my innards when I get into the spicy foods. It also helps to calm down the stomach juices when the idiots who populate the hallways of our government get me all upset over something. I have taken to keeping a quart in the refrigerator for a refreshing afternoon snack.
Yesterday, being Mother’s day, the family came down after church and my granddaughter brought her breakfast with her, one of those pre-packaged cereal in the bowl things.
I was outside when I heard her cry out. My first thought was that she had burned herself on the stove where breakfast was being fixed. I went inside to find her gagging, spitting and wiping at her tongue like it had just grown a tail.
‘AGGGHHHHHHHH!!!” she screamed. “It’s poison.”
I looked at her and then at where she was pointing; her pre-packaged cereal bowl on the counter. Next to it was my quart of buttermilk.
“It won’t go away.” She said from the bathroom where she was rinsing her mouth and spitting into the sink. I don’t have to tell you what she had done.
But I do have to tell you that I had the biggest belly laugh I have had in a long time.
“Quit laughing. It’s not funny. Not funny at all.” she said. “You taste it.”
And I did. The cereal wasn’t half bad. As a matter of fact, it was pretty good. My granddaughter may have discovered a new taste treat.
My daughter watched as I spooned a mouthful out of the cardboard bowl.
“Oh my God!!” she said. “Look what it’s done to the Fruit Loops.”
It was a little gross, with a thick, white liquid clinging to the little tinted Loops, almost obscuring their bright colors.
“What’s wrong with them?” I said.
“Take a picture.” She told me “So other people can see.”
I asked my granddaughter to hold the bowl for a picture and at first, she refused but with enough cajoling, she finally agreed.