Showing posts with label Difference. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Difference. Show all posts

Friday, September 11, 2009

Bags of Milk and Runny Yogurt

In the mood for some yogurt? Get out your twisty straw. Yep, that's right, no spoon needed. Yogurt is a slurp-able substance south of the equator.

Thick creamy yogurt is not the norm for South American households; it's usualy runny, or "bebible" as they call it ("drinkable"). In the hotter months, this consistancy didn't bother me because I just threw it in the freezer and had a thickened yogurt smoothie, but now that it's cold outside the only way to have yogurt is the drinkable way.


I suppose the consistancy is something I can get used to, but the packaging is something I will never fully enjoy. Liquidy dairy substances, like milk and yogurt, are always sold in rectangular plastic bags. Once you cut of the tip of the bag to pour yourself some milk you have to put the bag in some sort of container or it will spill everywhere (unless you can drink 1 Liter of milk with your coffee every morning), and sometimes it will spill everywhere just from the pouring, if you don't have your skill just right.

In addition, the plastic bags aren't very sturdy. I always see some poor grocery store employee mopping up milk spills in the refrigeration section. I bet s/he wishes Uruguay had cartons for their milk too.

Friday, July 31, 2009

Shocking

Zoop. Zap. Zing. Christie and I had to learn the hard way how to do our laundry. By getting shocked. Repeatedly.


I began to dread doing the wash (more than normal that is), because every time we'd reach inside the machine to pull out an article of clothing or to open or close the lid, we'd get shocked. Zoop. Zap. Zing. And it wasn't a little zoop zap zing either. The electric current was rather jolting, especially fishing out a large load of laundry. Christie tried to wear oven mitts. I tried to wrap a towel around my hands, but we could still feel the shock.

And then we learned the secret. Shoes. You have to wear shoes while using the washing machine to ground yourself!

Who would've figured? Washing machines are just not the same in the US. No shirt, no shoes, no problem.