I remember when milk used to come in glass bottles with a foil cap on, and the cream was all thick and lush on top of the milk. Mum always used to put it in her coffee. Once I stole the cream and put it in a glass jar and shook it and shook it till I had tiny little lumps of butter (or so I hoped).
We used to collect the foil caps, and scrunch them up into a huge ball for charity. I've no idea what the charity used them for.
Posted by Camilla at December 13, 2005 06:25 AM
The haiku is brilliant, not merely a description as so many are but a proper revelation as the form intends.
You can't drink coffee. I can't drink milk.
Posted by jk at December 13, 2005 06:49 AM
I had 'Indian Tonic Water' once. It was terrible. All bitter. Tasted like it was from the Ganges. At least, I'd imagine that's what the Ganges tastes like; perhaps a bit muddier...
Posted by Chloe at December 13, 2005 03:06 PM