Brisket, Li and I are heading out-of-town for the Thanksgiving holiday- to Basel, Switzerland to be exact. And I…haven’t exactly started packing yet. I’m not worried. Yet.
That being said, just a quick post today on one of the differences between German and American culture.
In my neck of the woods- America’s dairyland- the milk cases often take up an entire corner of the store. All refrigerated- all ice-cold.
The Germans have a little different view. While they do have refrigerated milk, they also have a section just as large – or larger – of boxed milk.
It reminds me a bit of the containers that beef and chicken stock come in…or maybe oversize juice boxes. No need for refrigeration until you open it up- which I have to say, is handy when you have milk that is on the cusp of spoiling. No need to worry about that with these babies.
The verdict- a little weird at first, but the milk tastes pretty much the same after it has been in the fridge for a few hours. Maybe just a bit sweeter- but that might be due to the German cows, and not the packaging.