The Story of the Broken Milk Cap

Ya know...sometimes in life it is the most fun to be thankful the stupid little things that happen in your day that you normally would never think of.

I know for me one of those stupid little things has stuck through for years now.
A broken milk cap.

Now for most of you reading this you probably are wondering why I am crazy enough to love broken milk caps ...well here's the story.

About 6 years ago, I was sitting around the breakfast table. My Dad, brother and youngest sister Tayah had left for school since they had to go earlier then me and my sister just younger then me (Nakelle). So Nakelle, I and my mom were sitting at the breakfast table and I wanted a second bowl of cereal but our gallon of milk ran out so I went to the fridge to get a new one. As I brought it to the table and tried to open it...it wouldn't open. I sat and twisted it relentlessly again and again, while my mom and sister sat smirking at me.

Finally after watching me struggle with my skinny Twizzler like arms my mom ask "want some help?" So with a defeated sigh I said yes and passed her the gallon. Then it was mine, and Nakelles turn to watch. My mom struggled with it, her face getting a little red. But the milk cap would not come off, and I was feeling slightly more triumphant realizing my mom couldn't get it off either and realized how funny one looks when trying to get a broken milk cap off. Finally my sister the strongest of us all, laughing her head off asked if she should try. So my mom sheepishly passed her the milk.

My sister twisted it and...it didn't budge.She gave it a murderous look (like it would help somehow) and twisted it again and again. By this time we were all laughing at this stupid milk cap that wouldn't budge! For some reason the cap was bound and determined not to leave that milk. Finally my sister ran to the silverware drawer, yanked it open and pulled out a butter knife with a look of pure triumph and a little bit of madness.  "You are not" I started but before I could finish she shoved the knife under the lid and pride up. Once, twice, three times and POP! The lid went soaring like a flying saucer in hurry and landed with out a noise on our couch in the other room.

We sat and looked at it for a few minutes and started busting up laughing even harder then before. We had spent almost 15 minutes trying to open a gallon of milk, and the only reason it had been vanquished was because of Nakelle attacking it with a butter knife. To this day it's still one of my favorite memories.

I like to try and find little things like that in everyday. Things i feel like sometimes you would miss or not really care about.

I know just recently I'm very thankful for the little leaf bug that has sat on our front porch for the last week. See I thought leaf bugs only existed in Horten Hears a Who.So I feel very luck indeed to be able to say hello every day  to our little leaf bug. Hello leaf bug! :)

Its been a couple of day's and surprisingly i haven't done to much cooking. See i'm a secratary at a Chiropractors office and that means, I sit...and then i come home and watch doctor who with my husband. I sit some more. I mean i do a lot while i sit, like writing, trying to create new recipes and planning my little brothers birthday party. (which will be epic, mind you) But after awhile of doing nothing but sitting, your bottom starts looking more like a pancake then a butt.

So I decided to do something about it. Me and my husband started off into the sunlight and walked the two miles to the park. The whole while we would pick a house and try to guess what kind of people lived there judging by their front yard. When we reached the park it was alive with people, a little girls party raged by the play ground, a couple lay kissing under some tree's and to my ultimate amusment there were two girls and a boy doing kickboxing.

We decided to do random pictures. Like "act like your an avenger!"  or "Be a model!"  Here's my problem...I take very VERY bad model pictures. Seeing how i have the grace of an elephant on skates, it's hard to make me look pretty in pictures. William does great Avenger poses though ;)

So a recipe...If you live where i do most people know what "funeral potatoes" are, but the more i talk to people outside my little state the more i realize not everyone knows what they are! This is a tragedy that if i can i would love to fix. See they are one of my many food addictions.


Funeral Potatoes

 You'll need:

8 potatoes baked (I normally through them in the microwave for about 15-20 minutes) And skinned (once their baked you can just peel the skin right off them)
(*tip: It's better if you peel the skin off them when their cooled down. (I don't like third degree burns and i'm guessing you don't either) You can cook them the day before and just leave them on the counter or throw them in the fridge for a few minutes.)

2 c. sour cream
2 cans of cream of chicken soup (just normal size, I always get the generic brand)
3 T. of butter melted
3/4 cup of cheese ( or if your like me just throw it in by the handful and until it looks cheesy enough for you.)
Cornflakes + 2 T of melted butter  (Optional)

So first pre heat your oven to the basic 350. While that heats up go ahead and grate those potatoes in a bigish bowl. It shouldn't take long, then dump everything in, like all at once (I found if you don't stir everything in at the same time you stir it to much and it makes the potatoes more like mashed potatoes) Then pack it in a 9x13 foil line pan (You can grease it i just don't like the clean up so i use foil) Top evenly with the buttered cornflakes if you wish  and pop it in the oven for 30-40 minutes.

And presto chango you have a meal, a cheap easy meal and tell me...who doesn't want that? Enjoy!