One of my cousins posted a thing on Facebook about how you should never drink Coke, because if you pour milk into Coke and let it sit for a while, then the acid in the Coke will "denature the protein in the milk" and make it into weird lumps that sink to the bottom of the bottle. And all of her friends are commenting, "Eww, that's so gross, I'm never drinking Coke again." And I'm thinking, "Are you also never having lemon juice or vinegar again? Or eating cheese?"
I had the same reaction. It's essentially just making curds and whey, right?
I had the same reaction. It's essentially just making curds and whey, right?
Right. This person first denied that milk and lemon juice will do the same thing, and then, when I countered with paneer, is now arguing something about the sugar in the Coke binding to the curds, which just makes no sense at all. And the acid in your stomach is far more acidic than Coke is. I'm trying to stop arguing -- she's just stuck on "Coke makes gross stuff happen, and so you shouldn't drink it!"
Oh, and she told me that I'm misunderstanding it, but assured me that "it's OK."
"It becomes the texture of sand!" Yes. That's ricotta.
diet coke is just extra magic evil. Or regular coke. any kind of soda, it's slowly killing us all. Either that or the secret candida parasite epidemic the government is hiding from us.
Is the implication being that it does it to your stomach? Which is weird, because sometimes it soothes mine.
(I have reduced my consumption, but, dag, it seems that both sides of the spectrum team up to take any micron of pleasure out of my life. Which is the sort of bipartisan action I can live without, tbh.)
Fingers crossed Diane is a good fit, Askye.
My one ghost story is completely banal, but it is mine. When I was six, a friend and I were playing in the basement rec room. There was some kind of vent in the ceiling in with a ball-chain cord. While we both had our backs turned, we heard a distinctive "ka-chunk!!" sound and turned around to see it swinging back and forth.
The only other weird thing I have is that while in Peace Corps, I read all of "Girl, Interrupted" (randomly chosen from my "to read" stack) on the same day of my sister's suicide attempt . Actually, there's been other things with my sister but I don't remember them at the moment.
bonny, good luck. Will click as directed and spread word.
There was more but can't remember. So sleepy. Night, Bitches b
My sister used to be able to predict whether a baby would be a boy or a girl. This was back when we were little kids, when ultrasounds weren't usually done unless there was some problem with the pregnancy, so most people still didn't know until the baby was born, but whenever a friend's mother was pregnant, my sister (who was in preschool or maybe the first few grades of elementary school) would say whether it would be a boy or a girl, and she was always right. I don't know if she can still do it. When we were teenagers, a neighbor was pregnant, and my sister said that she felt "a definite girl vibe," but that it was confusing and she wasn't sure, and then it turned out to be boy and girl twins.
"I wonder who's in there..."
