Skimming on Skim
The first time it happened I was puzzled.
It happened again.
And again.
And again.
I had finally gotten used to it, and knew just to ask.
"Can I have the skim milk?"
The first time it happened I was in a Starbucks, so I assumed they were refilling the carafe of skim milk. When I asked the barista for the skim milk, she seemed surprised. "Oh! No one ever asks for skim."
I was shocked.
Where I come from, skim milk in coffee shops is a given, as typically finding the carafe empty, or at least low. Because like all the other young professional females like myself, I want to keep my coffee as low-calorie as possible. (I would rather eat more.) Plus, I am mildly lactose intolerant, so skinny skim it is.
So you can understand my surprise, and why I was puzzled.
Do Charlestonians like their milk fattier than Washingtonians?
It would appear so.
Just ask the Coburg cow in West Ashley...
Posted by Katie Strumpf at 11:18 AM on June 3, 2011 | Comments (0)
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