Sleepy or Stupid

I renewed my acquaintance with Mr. Jack Daniels last evening and woke bleary eyed and moving slow. My bride, bless her heart, had made coffee and as I poured the thought of milk and sugar to smooth the fist cup popped into my tumble dried brain.

We are on health kick, yes, I know, overindulgence in alcohol and "health kick" don't really jibe...........ummm, where was I. Right, milk, on our dining room table I have 8-10 recently purchased aseptic packs of soy milk, I did say health kick, and College Inn chicken broth, which we like to keep on hand.

I grab one, fumble it open, pour, take a greatly anticipated sip of coffee and Blahhhhhhh, what the hell?

That's right, I grabbed a box of chicken stock, not soy milk.

Sleepy or Stupid




Enjoy,
Gary

HI,

A case of mistaken identity rather than sleepy or stupid. Those containers are like fraternal twins: looks very much like each other with subtle differences. I hope you will store them in separate locations!

Regards,

Throw in some hot sauce and it sounds like a hangover cure to me.

I don't know Mr. Wiv...

I think this calls for a little hair of the dog that bit ya...

Calling Dr. Daniel, Dr. Jack Daniel!!!

Looking at those boxes, it seems as though that error was almost inevitable, with or without the mitigating circumstances.

Back in the days when artificial sweetener (Cyclamates back then -- Sweeta brand) came in little dropper bottles that looked exactly the same as a nasal spray bottle, I once "sweetened" iced tea with Dristan. I was neither sleep nor stupid, and didn't even have the excuse of overindulgence the night before. We simply rely on shape and color to help us identify things. Most of the time that's okay -- for example, seeing the Coke or Pepsi logos in countires where you can't read the alphabet, you still know what you're getting. But it doesn't always work.

I imagine that now, as was the case with me, you will look at labels more closely -- and perhaps this will someday save you from one of those horrible instances one reads about where someone drinks something toxic, such as antifreeze, because it was the color of Gatorade.

Maybe sleep deprivation (combined with really bad packaging) also explains this:
http://www.roanoke.com/business/wb/86654

Thanks for the laugh!

Since we also have similar containers, I guess I owe you one. But although I'm being healthy too (well, okay, sort of), there are some lines I refuse to cross, and so there's almost always "real" milk in the fridge (in a "real" milk type container). Your particular oops hasn't happened yet, but since it so easily could, I appreciate the story.

Reminds me of the time my folks were visiting and my mom didn't know that the small container on the stove was salt, not sugar (though I am still boggled that she'd think I kept sugar out for general purposes instead of salt). Of course, being mom, she made dad's coffee and just threw in some white stuff. I don't think I'll ever forget the look on my father's face. My mother asks now. And my dad sips a little more carefully.

Closest thing to that was runing a nice batch of cream of onion soup with buttermilk -- I was in a hurry, grabbed the first half-pint carton in the fridge and said, "cream shouldn't be lumpy, should it?"

That did NOT work in the soup.

<laughing> I pulled the salt/sugar mix up in my youth at my grandmother's house. I was probably 12, 13 and it was a nice cold winter night and everybody said "Cocoa"...so I decided to show my adult qualities and volunteered to make it for every one but of course refused any assistance.

Hadn't a clue that the the cup of sugar I used was salt.

Now THAT was a big laugh. Never seen those faces on my family before--good thing we all have senses of humor!

Shannon

2 weeks ago I made the stupid mistake of putting some flavored rice vinegar into a clear plastic bottle, in the frig, near about 4 other clear plastic water bottles filled with nice cold refreshing water.

It was only a matter of time until my Russian roulette chances were going to be up, and that particular time was after a night of drinking when I grabbed a bottle in the middle of the night and started chugging.

Some people will tell you that drinking vinegar is good for you. I don't know about that, but I bet if I had the hiccups that night, the shock of cold vinegar going down my throat woulda cured them instantly.

The vinegar is now properly marked with a big strip of duct tape.

JoelF wrote:I was in a hurry, grabbed the first half-pint carton in the fridge and said, "cream shouldn't be lumpy, should it?"

Pardon me if I go off topic with this recent Onion headline:

Dairy Company Introduces Lots-Of-Pulp Milk

Sleepy and stupid, over here.

Woke up a zombie this morning. Went to grab the creamer for my coffee. Thought it a little odd that the cream was red ... huh ... interesting ... must be one of those weird new products - oh wait, that's not cream. That's Bolthouse Farms vegetable juice.

Stupid was that I proceeded to drink the coffee.

Stupid was that I proceeded to drink the coffee.

Add a raw egg and you'd have had my classic hangover recipe.

Seemed a good place to put this, though it more qualifies as stupid.
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Doing a couple of pork butts for a block party, early am prep the butts, fill the Big Green Egg with lump charcoal, get everything going, plate setter in place go for the cooking grate and, WTF, its gone! My BGE cooking grate flat out disappeared, vanished, poof, did a Houdini. Lucky I had another BGE cooking grate, product of a failed raise to the felt line experiment, but I looked for that damn thing for 20-minutes with no luck.

There is no way it was stolen, why would someone take, only, a used cooking grate when there is plenty of ~stuff~ in my garage to pilfer. I simply lost/misplaced it, that or there are BBQ gremlins living in my garage playing tricks on me.

Anyhoo, butts are chuckling away but I keep going back into the garage poking around, wondering what the heck happened to the grate.

Enjoy,
Gary

This happens on a regular basis in my household, not with cooking grates, but with nearly anything else. The solution is to get someone else to look for it. It is probably in plain sight, but your brain has decided (in fact knows) it is not in that location and has stopped looking there. That's what happens in my family, in any case. The second person who is brought in has no preconceptions about where the thing is, and finds it immediately. Either that or the object has gone into another dimension temporarily, and eventually reappears, in plain sight.

I did this once with oatmeal: I reached for the cinnamon and grabbed cumin. They were right next to each other on the shelf, both in those taller McCormick bottles with the photo and red cap. Oops. Not as disgusting as I would have thought, but I had to wolf it down to avoid tasting it too much.

I have one grinder that I use for both coffee beans and spices. My rule is that after coffee, it doesn't always get cleaned out, but after any type of spices, it gets cleaned with rice immediately. Well, a few months back my parents were visiting and I bent the rule just once. I got caught up and left the garam masala debris in the grinder overnight. Next morning my dad was up first and made everyone coffee. My "clean out the grinder after spices" rule is now much more strict.

Wish I knew about the rice-as-a-cleaner rule years ago; I once decided to grind my own cloves in a plastic food processor and had to order a new bowl. I no longer have the food processor, but if I still have that bowl I think I'll store it in my sock drawer.

Pie Lady wrote:...but if I still have that bowl I think I'll store it in my sock drawer.

It took me a few reads to get what you meant. (A friend tells me) Sock drawers are traditional locations for storing other types of bowls.

Not totally food related, but... About 10 years ago while waking up in a haze in Vegas I learned that Bengay while in a tube similar to toothpaste, is not in fact toothpaste. Painful.

Jeff

Yowza!
I remember one day Mr. Pie put coffee into the coffee maker without the filter and watched as grounds escaped into the pot. This was a case of being very sleepy, followed by lots of cussin'.

eli wrote:

Pie Lady wrote:...but if I still have that bowl I think I'll store it in my sock drawer.

It took me a few reads to get what you meant. (A friend tells me) Sock drawers are traditional locations for storing other types of bowls.

I only have one idea of what this means...

jvalentino wrote:Not totally food related, but... About 10 years ago while waking up in a haze in Vegas I learned that Bengay while in a tube similar to toothpaste, is not in fact toothpaste. Painful.

Jeff

I did something similar. I was brushing my teeth and it tasted terrible, so I washed off the brush, rinsed out my mouth and tried again thinking something was on the brush. Blech again! I looked at the tube of toothpaste and it was Score hair creme!

And for my stupid, I filled up a small bowl with TV mix, and went to get a Coke and poured the Coke right into the bowl of TV Mix, like I was making a bizarre bowl of cereal! And I don't even eat cereal.

imsscott wrote:

jvalentino wrote:Not totally food related, but... About 10 years ago while waking up in a haze in Vegas I learned that Bengay while in a tube similar to toothpaste, is not in fact toothpaste. Painful.

Jeff

And for my stupid, I filled up a small bowl with TV mix, and went to get a Coke and poured the Coke right into the bowl of TV Mix, like I was making a bizarre bowl of cereal! And I don't even eat cereal.

The question is, did you eat it anyway?

I once (around 12 years old) bit very hard into my own index finger among a bunch of Portillo's french fries while not paying attention, a story my family enjoys much more than my finger does.

Losing things around the house, which has never before been much of a problem for me (the extremely nearsighted learn to put things in the same place every time), became more complicated when Mister Mister, aka Sweet Baboo, arrived. He does like to hide things for the fun of it. So now, whenever I can't find something, I have to consider the possibility that he hid the thing that I'm looking for. I try to search as thoroughly as I can before I start accusing him. Another problem is, he's a major league bluffer and chain yanker, so I can't necessarily believe what he says under questioning. And it turns out that about 3 times out of 10 he did in fact hide the thing I'm looking for and then lied about it.

Retaliation suggestions welcome.