You poured music over it? You sure that was not a box of shrooms?
And you all thought “Snap, crackle and pop” was just a marketing phrase!
I’m pretty sure it’s a word-size typo for ‘milk.’ I type whole words I don’t mean to, all the time.
:smack:Milk! dammit Milk!
Stupid freakin commercials blathering while I’m trying to type. my fingers get confused who to listen too I guess.
That was one of the most entertaining typos I’ve seen in a while. 
Orange juice and frosted flakes isn’t that bad. My uncle’s ex-wife looked at me funny when I asked her for some milk to be served with my cereal. She would either eat cereal dry or with milk.
I once unpacked pork hearts in the cupboard without thinking. Over the next two weeks the smell got worse and worse and no one in the house (there were three of us) said anything because we all assumed someone had really bad BO and we didn’t want to cause a, ahem, stink by bringing it up. It was only after hundreds of flies finally made their escape from the plastic packaging that we engaged in a search and destroy for the source of the rotting flesh stench in the kitchen.
You purchase pork hearts … in bulk? :eek:
When I was about 5 years old, I really wanted some cherry kool aid. Our summer cottage did not have potable water in the faucets, we had a 5 gallon tank in the kitchen and filled a pitcher we kept in the fridge. I made the koolaid and put the pitcher back in the fridge.
About an hour later my mom woke up and made coffee, with the pitcher from the fridge. She was still mostly asleep and was apparently on autopilot …
Cherry and coffee is apparently very nasty in combination, if one is expecting black plain coffee …
She stopped making coffee on autopilot after that 
Babysitting 3 yr old nephew, gave him corn flakes with sugar for breakfast. Went to use bathroom. Nephew wants more sugar and pours a bunch more on. I come back and notice he won’t touch his cereal and I make him eat it. First bite he vomits. I taste the cereal. He had poured a whole bunch of salt in it.
I do the putting stuff back in the wrong place too. About a week ago I went to get some frozen food out of the freezer for dinner and noticed I had put the cereal box in there. Now I can understand putting the box in the fridge along with the milk but I must have been on super auto-pilot to have put the box in the freezer.
Also really cold banana nut cheerios are a nice treat when it is hot out like it has been here lately.
Not any more. I’ve been vegetarian for a decade or so. When I did eat dead animals, I loved organ meats: heart, kidney, liver, pancreas, tongue, gizzard, they’re the tastiest (and most nutritious) part of the animal. And I refused to eat any of that disgusting supermarket sausage in edible plastic casing. Real sausage comes packed in intestine, and yes, it does make a very large difference in taste.
Not food, but the Reepicheep household is still trying to figure out how the DVD for Godfather II and the DVD player remote ended up in the refrig. It has been a mystery for over 12 years.
Making dinner on auto-pilot, I mistook the giant bag of baking soda for the small box of cornstarch.
It took me awhile to figure out why my sauce wasn’t thickening up. Yeah, you really can’t fix a sauce made with baking soda.
We have several of these, including How My Mom’s Cigarettes Ended up in the Fridge, and How My Husband’s Deoderant Ended up in the Pantry.
Oh, God. My dad does this. All the time. On purpose!
The first time I walked into the kitchen when I was a kid and saw him doing that, I thought he’d cracked and gone around the bend.
The worst part is, he doesn’t like crunchy cereal. So he pours the OJ over his bran flakes or whatever, pats everything down thoroughly with his spoon like he just planted tulip bulbs … and then wanders off. Leaves that stuff to sit for five or ten minutes until it’s good and soaked. Absolute mush. Then he digs in.
And STILL no barfy-smiley!
A warning:
If you’ve been cooking sausage on your electric griddle and want to get some of that sausagey goodness into your scrambled eggs, do yourself a favor: take a piece of aluminum foil or something and plug up the drain hole so that your eggs don’t decide to go straight into the grease trap.
You’re welcome.
And, I’d like to go on record as saying that someone “poured music on it” should become the official SDMB replacement for various “made of win” constructions.
Yep, I LOVE the “pouring music” thing.
Oh, and coffee made with water with sodium bicarb in it is pretty damn strange and undrinkable too. :eek: I blame my brother for that one.
Well…if you must know, it’s all to do with some experiments he’s running down in the basement. They were on sale, but he couldn’t use them right away because his Van de Graaf generator need tuning up, and I think I’ve said too much already.
Evidently you don’t have a horse. Don Corleone had to get the message across to you somehow.
Even if it seems they didn’t succeed.
I once cleaned the coffeepot with vinegar, then made a pot of coffee. Sour coffee is nasty.