304- Grandpa
I was doing the dishes this morning after breakfast. Husband tried to froth some milk in a jar for my coffee. The milk boiled over and thin layer was stuck to the bottom of the pan.
I immediately remembered my grandpa. For as long as I can remember, he heated milk for his night-time coffee (!) and quite often boiled it over. Then he would clean the stove top with a frown and, out loud, wonder what was wrong with milk. Then, he'd pour his milky coffee onto *his* mug and enjoy it with some lucha libre in the background .
He made the best impression of Donald Duck and the best fish broth. I wish I had known him better and had a grown-up relationship with him. He passed in 2012.
I came around today to tell you that once there was a man who raised his grand kids as his own. He liked to bring milk into a boil for his coffee, make impressions of Donald Duck and day drink. I loved him to pieces.
When milk boils over, wonder what's wrong with milk. My grandpa would like that.
