Don't Cry Over...
The saying calls for "spilt milk", but in my case, I think I'm going to substitute "spoiled milk". Admittedly, I'm not the most fastidious of cooks. I've picked up and cooked with things I've dropped on the floor by accident and used eggs that were days, even weeks past the "expiration date" (haven't died yet!), but I'm usually pretty wary about using old milk. Something about even marginally old milk makes me feel a bit yick, but this was the last day before the "Sell by" date, and I had thought it smelled fine. Maybe I need to get my nose checked, because the rice pudding I just made now makes me feel a bit queasy just smelling it. I don't think the milk was well and truly spoiled, just enough to make it...questionable. As it is, I'm a little disappointed that what I'd hoped would be warm pudding is now just a sodden mess. Phooey.