…and that they have milk in their refrigerators.

Tonight as I was a-making the dinner, I decided our meal needed some mashed potatoes.  I ashamedly admit that I needed to pullout the cookbook for this, but I did, and I was sorely disappointed to see that the recipe called for milk.  We were soooo out.  I did need to go to the store, but the chicken was in the oven and the baby was sleeping, so that was not going to happen.  I still really wanted to make the squished spuds so I called my neighbor to see if I could borrow some, but she was unavailable.  Dang it.  I began to consider other options.

Well, I do have some milk I could use… EEEWWWW!  I was seriously contemplating pumping my own self for some lactose action, for some mashed potatoes, people!  Turning down that option quickly, well okay, not really quickly, I turned and stared at my no-milk-not-even-of-the-powdered-variety pantry.  I do have some baby formula…  Eeww!  Sick!  That stuff smells like cardboard!

And then it dawned on me.  The internet.  The internet would have no-milk recipes.  I was just about to get sucked into the void of the world wide web, once again , when thankfully she called me back.  And my wonderful friend and neighbor had just enough bought-from-the-store-milk so that everyone was spared from eating Stephanie’s Dairy Taters.

Motherhood does weird things to the brain.