Tuesday, May 19, 2009

Buttermilk

When I think of Death Valley I think of buttermilk. I craved buttermilk all the time. The only place you could get buttermilk for miles in any direction was the Furnace Creek cafeteria, which was, coincidentally, where I worked. Every chance I got I'd sneak into the walk-in for a quick drink. I worried that someone would detect the dwindling supply of buttermilk, but no one ever did. Possibly, in the entire history of the human habitation of Death Valley, I was the only person to drink buttermilk.

7 comments:

Kimberly said...

Or, perhaps EVERYONE drank buttermilk... so that your comsumption of the stuff was not even noticed. :)

CJGallegos said...

You know, of course, about the extended statute of limitations for buttermilk theft. Particularly Death Valley Buttermilk. If I were you, I'd change my name, maybe move.

Jeffrey Stock said...

Sad to say: I hate buttermilk. Just don't get it at all.

CJGallegos said...

Actually, Jeffrey, I'm with you on this one. I was just trying to be supportive.

AMGallegos said...

OMG, the blogosphere is so weird. I just read about a woman who survived Death Valley on nothing but BUTTERMILK!

pete said...

I believe deep down in my heart, that Tai is the ONLY person in Death Valley to ever drink so much as one SIP of buttermilk.

All other denizens cut their buttermilk with pancakes and biscuits to make it more palatable.

Now, those crazy kids in Joshua Tree National Park - they can't get enough of the stuff. Same with Great Basin.

Interestingly, I hear in Arches, they're all about whipping cream.

Tai said...

I swear, I haven't touched a drop of the stuff since. And I'm willing to take a breathalyzer test to prove it.