I drink a lot of milk, > gallon a week to myself. And it's funny how other cultures react. I was staying at a small boutique hotel in Palermo, Buenos Aires, that was trying to brand itself as music-themed, complete with a vinyl collection in the bar. When I asked for a glass of milk, they initially assumed I meant for a coffee or a cocktail. Once I clarified, they were genuinely confused.
"Just a glass of milk? Are you sure?"
I said, "Yeah, I'm sure."
"By itself?"
I asked if it was really that strange? Does nobody in Argentina drink milk? They said it seemed strange nobody does it.
"Do you have any milk?" I asked
"Yes"
"Maybe you guys are weird for buying milk and not drinking it!"
I told them I do this all the time, and that nobody in California or Baja thinks twice about it. Louis, I think his name was, picked up a thin carton of Santa Clara and started pouring it, watching me closely in case I wanted to back out of the deal.
We ended up having a conversation about traditions in America versus Argentina, and after that, I gave up ordering it elsewhere in the city. Interestingly, in Eastern Europe, nobody seemed to notice. Nobody in Mexico questions me or looks at me weird at least not in Tijuana region. In America, of course, itโs pretty normal.
The first time I saw milk in an American supermarket, I was confused.
In Japan, milk is usually sold in a carton.
Reasonable size.
Human size.
Breakfast size.
Then America showed me one gallon of milk.
One gallon.
That is not milk.
That is a family member.
I did not feel like I was buying milk.
I felt like I was adopting responsibility.
In Japan, you put milk in the fridge.
In America, the milk enters first, and the other food must negotiate for space.
A man does not buy milk in America.
He brings home a white refrigerator tenant.