I’m right there with ya. If a gallon of milk even gets close to the date and it’s mostly gone, down the drain it goes. And I almost always sniff it first, regardless of how old it is.
Well, now I feel peachy keen about the lunch I just ate. insert barfing smiley for 
(tdn, what about the cherries on top of the whipped cream? Is chocolate sauce okay?)
You’ll have to buy me dinner first.
But mark me down as interested.
It was about a week past the expiration, no chunks yet. It tasted slightly off, but it smelled horrible. Like baby vomit as I previously said.
About whip cream and strawberries. I was pretty disappointed in it too. I didn’t smell bad afterward, strawberries dragged along sensitive areas just didn’t feel as good as you might think.
Same here!
I used to be afraid that I wouldn’t be able to tell just by the smell that milk went bad, and that I’d end up drinking it, because I had never smelled bad milk before and had nothing to compare normal milk to. Until a few weeks ago when, for the first time, a carton of milk I had actually did go bad, and let me tell you there is no mistaking the smell! When it’s bad, it smells like rotten chicken.
I bought a bottle of sour milk from the college cafeteria while on my way to class. I opened it up and took a huge chug, as I usually do. I’m not sure how I managed to not spit it all over the floor. When I looked at the date on the cap I found the bottle expired about a week ago. And I’m not sure why I got and drank another bottle after I went back to the cafeteria to complain.
My two-year old found a sippy cup of milk that had rolled under the sofa at least three days earlier, and before we could stop him started drinking it. He got a weird look on his face and said, “This millk is spicy!”
And yet he was preparing to take another sip before we grabbed it out of his hands.
Sour milk? How about downing a tankard of mead and then finding that it’s 13.5% alcohol! :eek: Should have been called honey wine.
I hope you put the carton back in the fridge for somebody else to enjoy.
Sour Milk is my only weakness. I swear, I can smell horrible things, even look at most types of mold and such, thrown out maggot-encrusted bowls, blood, guts, whatever.
But oh god, if I see sour milk, hell I’m just THINKING about it, I instantly gag and become completely non-functional. bleah.
I love buttermilk, cottage cheese and most solid cheeses. I cannot eat yogurt. Go figure.
And then there’s “surmjolk” (Swedish for “sour milk”)…it’s sort of like liquid yogurt, but made with a different culture. The homemade stuff ends up roughly the same consistency as Elmer’s Glue. Years ago, I visited relatives who served it–they had to use a pair of scissors to cut the stream between the pitcher and the glass.
Bah, I’ll call that and raise you a bagel with mold all over it. I got a big chew in too because at first I thought it was just my imagination…
My two-year old is in a magpie stage - hiding things all over the house. Including the sippy cups of milk. And yet when she unearths one, she says, “Yucky milk!” AND KEEPS ON DRINKING!!! :smack:
Makes me question natural selection, it does. How on earth did all her ancestors survive long enough to reproduce without an aversion to rotten milk? 