It’s kind of funny to me that the word ‘curd’ conjures up images and flavors of mouth-puckeringly tart-sweet citrus spread, which I love, while the word ‘curdle’ is basically one of the grossest words in the English language and makes me think of what happens when you put soy milk that is past its prime into a cup of coffee. Ew.
My husband will turn 30 next year, and he’s not into the big, manly breakfasts. A few of those and he would weigh forty pounds more than he does right now. In fact, he’s not a huge eater in general, which is kind to me and to our grocery budget. It does leave the question, though…what do we have for breakfast?