She said, "whey!"
This is not the right whey.
Call it a gut feeling.
“Finally, our rulers will have culture,” “Our society has curdled,” “Our government is now the cream of the crop,”
It fell over on the final curdle.
But right as it was introduced to the swiss culture, it lost its whey; it just curdled up into a little ball until someone came to its aid.
I'd dominate at the 100m curdles.
For dessert we'd made something called a queen of cakes which involves a custard and breadcrumb base and a meringue topping. The custard hadn't set properly and as eating I said, "This hasn't set properly, it's like curdled custard!" seconds later my dad replied with "Was that in the dining room with the candlestick?" I was the only one that got it, I must say I'm impressed, just finished a game of cluedo with the family.
