So I put our milk on to boil yesterday morning.
Why, you ask? Well, the milk I buy is fresh, as in still-warm-from-the-cow. We boil it to purify it.
Anyway, I put the milk on, let it rise up and stirred it down a couple of times and then I turned the gas flame off and left it on the stove to cool a little before putting it in the fridge. Only I didn't really turn off the flame. I just turned the flame to very low and thought that I had turned off the flame.
The morning went on and I was fully into several things. Heather and I were working on long division--the very bane of my life. I was also editing Colin's research paper (on the evils of sodas and the way they rot your teeth,) and working very slowly through an unreasonable inbox that seriously is so bulging I should just admit failure and join a recovery group.
I was quite proud of how effectively I was multi-tasking until Josephine came and asked me what I was doing with the milk.
THE MILK???
Good grief! I had left the milk simmering away for going on 3 hours. It literally was simmering away too. I lost close to a liter in the extended boil and what I was left with was, I guess, condensed milk. It had that smell of condensed milk as well as the beige color. It wasn't thick and it wasn't burned so, after my shock, I just put it away in the fridge as normal.
It was a big mistake but think of it this way--With my condensed milk production going on, I was multi-tasking even better than I thought I was!
