here i go today to get my weekly supply of condensed milk. i’m grabbing few other things too, but the main point of coming here is to grab 6 cans of condensed milk. that should suffice for this week.
the shop is the family grocery-and-random-stuff business of this old asian couple. it’s right below my apartment and i visit it often. usually the woman tries to initiate a conversation with me, and i always try to do my best to smile and not seem very antisocial. this time, she opens the conversation with something new.
indeed they recently closed the grocery store where i usually do my main shopping. because of that, i buy my condensed milk here now, as she has noticed. so she asks me about what it is for and how i cook it. to her surprise, i explain that i don’t use it for anything fancy cooking but first dinner (i usually have two dinners, or three) and that i don’t cook it, but drink it directly. i explain the infamous technique of the two holes and the flow of milk (no dirty joke or porn reference intended here). she nods, and then starts talking about the two ways she used to eat it when she was a kid, and how they usually cook it at her home country. so delicious! she takes a break (and gives me one) and finishes putting all the stuff in the bag. but then she goes on explaining how they prepare it in mexico. finally she gives me price of my purchases, and i pay.
if i was a good socially acceptable and grateful person, i’d probably try some of her advices and give her some feedback next week on how good it was cooking it the way she took so much care and time to explain about. but, you know me, i probably won’t. or, will i? i always surprise myself!