I think she was so excited by the fact she had Real Milk, indeed semi-skimmed real milk that she wanted to serve it to some one.
I figure, milk is something you add. I specify if I want it added. But then all my attempts to try and answer food questions in advance are foxed.
The other excitement is ordering chicken in KFC - which I know I only have myself to blame for, but it's a rarity in these parts so I feel obliged to have it. I can live without the fries calories.
"Two pieces of chicken to go, please."
"Do you want fries with that?"
"No, I just ordered two pieces of chicken."
[Is handed chicken on tray]
"Can I have these in a bag?"
"Oh, do you want them to go? You should have said."
I've had many variants of this conversation over the years, but it is relatively rare to get one in which you actually explicitly say 'black' upfront and still have to insist later...
I remember changing trains on a way to a conference with Professor Luckhurst and picking up his large black coffee rather than my large black coffee. I think both of us were offered milk in them. I don't recall being offered milk for long blacks in Oz.
A friend put milk in my coffee the other week after I'd specified black. "How much milk do you want in it?" I settled for khaki, because clearly anything less Did Not Compute.
At the opposite extreme is the aunt for whom coffee with milk means boiling up both the water and the milk, and probably the coffee and three sugars. It was fine when I was four, but I've got more bitter in my tastes since then.
Yes I have to fight to stop people helpfully putting milk in my tea.
The only way my mother-in-law can cope is by talking aloud through the whole process and then checking that it's ok. Trust me, as long as it hasn't got milk in, it's ok.
I've also found that 'long black' in Australia usually settles the matter. I've long thought they have a sensible system for describing coffee.
I'm convinced that coffee at the EU in Brussels was made by boiling evaporated milk with coffee essence. Everyone in the UK delegation of my era (mid '90s) wanted it black, which confused them completely because they'd all been expecting we'd actually want tea.
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I figure, milk is something you add. I specify if I want it added. But then all my attempts to try and answer food questions in advance are foxed.
The other excitement is ordering chicken in KFC - which I know I only have myself to blame for, but it's a rarity in these parts so I feel obliged to have it. I can live without the fries calories.
"Two pieces of chicken to go, please."
"Do you want fries with that?"
"No, I just ordered two pieces of chicken."
[Is handed chicken on tray]
"Can I have these in a bag?"
"Oh, do you want them to go? You should have said."
Fast food, never fast, rarely food.
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A friend put milk in my coffee the other week after I'd specified black. "How much milk do you want in it?" I settled for khaki, because clearly anything less Did Not Compute.
At the opposite extreme is the aunt for whom coffee with milk means boiling up both the water and the milk, and probably the coffee and three sugars. It was fine when I was four, but I've got more bitter in my tastes since then.
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The only way my mother-in-law can cope is by talking aloud through the whole process and then checking that it's ok. Trust me, as long as it hasn't got milk in, it's ok.
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I'm convinced that coffee at the EU in Brussels was made by boiling evaporated milk with coffee essence. Everyone in the UK delegation of my era (mid '90s) wanted it black, which confused them completely because they'd all been expecting we'd actually want tea.
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