Tuesday, June 14, 2005
my life with papaya milk
so it's like seriously 90-something degrees these days. hot, muggy, sticky, life-draining. so I had that going for me when I went to my kung fu class the other day: my class is held at this medium-sized studio in a fifth-floor walk-up in chinatown.
air conditioning? fuh-huck no.
so in the blazing heat and no a/c and only HOT TEA (!) to drink I had my work out. needless to say I was pretty goddamn thirsty when I stumbled out of those five floors of stairs back down to ground level.
I made my way to one of the non-descript chinese grocery stores (as there are many in ... chinatown) and went straight for the drinks fridge. I grabbed the biggest thing I could find, which happened to be a tall orange can.
PAPAYA MILK, it said. 24oz of milk, papaya, (some chemical), (some other chemical), and (the last thing listed in the ingredients list). for $1. it could either be AWESOME or THE FUCKING WORST THING EVER. why not?
I pop the thing open. it's filled with this milky orange substance, as expected. first sip...
... inconclusive. I can't decide if this stuff is good or horrible. keep drinking...
... the stuff has that fruity pungent smell, as expected of something with papaya in it. let's keep drinking...
... I just don't know about this. I may be leaning towards it being "gross". but I've come too far to go back now (over half the can is gone by this point). gulp gulp...
... ok, wait, surely this stuff isn't made of REAL milk. look at the label: MILK. not powdered milk or some sort of parmalat-like super shelflife milk. I dunno why, but I keep drinking (about 80% of the can is gone by this point)...
... ok, let's look at the back of the can. maybe it's made real close by so it wouldn't have been sitting on the shelf for too long. towards the bottom of the can:
MADE IN TAIWAN. OH MY GOD.
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air conditioning? fuh-huck no.
so in the blazing heat and no a/c and only HOT TEA (!) to drink I had my work out. needless to say I was pretty goddamn thirsty when I stumbled out of those five floors of stairs back down to ground level.
I made my way to one of the non-descript chinese grocery stores (as there are many in ... chinatown) and went straight for the drinks fridge. I grabbed the biggest thing I could find, which happened to be a tall orange can.
PAPAYA MILK, it said. 24oz of milk, papaya, (some chemical), (some other chemical), and (the last thing listed in the ingredients list). for $1. it could either be AWESOME or THE FUCKING WORST THING EVER. why not?
I pop the thing open. it's filled with this milky orange substance, as expected. first sip...
... inconclusive. I can't decide if this stuff is good or horrible. keep drinking...
... the stuff has that fruity pungent smell, as expected of something with papaya in it. let's keep drinking...
... I just don't know about this. I may be leaning towards it being "gross". but I've come too far to go back now (over half the can is gone by this point). gulp gulp...
... ok, wait, surely this stuff isn't made of REAL milk. look at the label: MILK. not powdered milk or some sort of parmalat-like super shelflife milk. I dunno why, but I keep drinking (about 80% of the can is gone by this point)...
... ok, let's look at the back of the can. maybe it's made real close by so it wouldn't have been sitting on the shelf for too long. towards the bottom of the can:
MADE IN TAIWAN. OH MY GOD.
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