The chicken was almost done, and the potatoes were in the bowl ready to be mashed. I got the milk out, double-checked the expiration date (6/21), and poured a bit on the potatoes.
It was rancid.
It smelled like puke.
Bad.
It totally ruined the dinner experience, even though I tried my best to rinse the potatoes. Everything smelled like puke. So we went to McMenamins.
McMenamins was too full. So we went to The Headline Cafe, which doesn't sound like the beer-stained-carpeting dive it really was. Cory'd heard nothing but good things about their pizza. so we got a BBQ chicken one. It tasted like someone poured an entire bottle of paprika on it.
Needless to say, we haven't had the best evening. But ice cream bars sweetened with Splenda (and some Lysol in the kitchen) make it aaaaall better. :)
