Friday, January 28, 2011

Milk Milk Everywhere

Language can often make for you might want to buy or say something and you do exactly the opposite. And that's what happened with us when we set out for our quest of finding milk or mjolk (the word mjolk has two dots on the letter 'o') as it is called in Swedish.

It so happened that after moving into our hotel in Gothenburg I began missing my 'adarak wali chai,' (ginger tea) and decided to put our electric kettle at work. All we needed was ginger, teabags and milk. Well, the first two came with a wink but for the third there were myriad of options in the mejeri or the dairy section. We had lattemjolk, minimjolk, mellanmjolk and filmellan....and the list goes on.

Without giving much thought I picked up filmellan trusting the cow that was smiling on the can. But it turned out I had misjudged the cow because fil is a yogurt like substance. The first sip told me I had raged a havoc in that little black kettle.

"Uff!" I thought, only if I had looked at the Google translator.