day seventy-seven: the dairy group

Sometimes I feel overwhelmed with my whimpy problems. And then I remember that halfway across the world in Kenya there is a handsome young man that sometimes has had to choke down curdled milk. 
I'm good, thanks.


Barbaloot | November 4, 2009 at 8:15 AM

I don't know if there's anything worse than the smell/taste of that! Thanks for putting things in perspective:)

Lara Neves | November 4, 2009 at 8:31 AM


But yes, that does provide a lot of perspective! I need to remember back to my own missionary days when I feel like complaining about my life now.

Heather | November 4, 2009 at 9:01 AM

That reminds me of having to drink buttermilk on my mission. I love the "with tiffany and justin for all" comment.

Marianne | November 4, 2009 at 11:06 AM

Gulp. (deep breathing, deep breathing...)

I hope they don't do that in Independence, Missouri!! :-)

Heidi | November 4, 2009 at 11:26 AM

Problems, no matter what size, have a way of filling all available space. (In other words, I doubt you are ever wimpy about anything.)

Kimberly Vanderhorst | November 4, 2009 at 1:58 PM

Perspective can be lovely, lovely stuff.

Luann | November 5, 2009 at 7:52 AM

Okay eww! And true. Perspective is everything.

Today I am very grateful for my refrigerator, the grocery store down the block and money to spend there.

Dedee | November 5, 2009 at 3:19 PM

Nothing like perspective.

I keep remembering the picture of my brother eating silkworm larvae.

Yeah. I'm good.

Jenny | November 6, 2009 at 4:41 PM

Yuck! Humble heart here.

LisAway | November 13, 2009 at 1:02 AM

Fun! I just don't eat anything I don't like here. They regularly drink buttermilk and kefir over here (not quite sure what the difference is, but I drink neither, though I like them poured on my mashed potatoes) They also sell what roughly translates to "rotten milk". No kidding. Not sure if some people drink it or what it's used for, but SO weird to have that in the dairy section by a bunch of normal, non-rotten dairy products.