My latest cultural learning is ice cream colors. Last week I was hulled up in a hotel that, while conveniently located to the factory, was isolated from anything else. I was forced to eat at the hotel buffet more times than I'd have liked. At first glace, the silver lining on this rain cloud was the self serve ice cream bar. It was 29 flavors shy from a Baskin Robbins. The writing was all in Chinese, which as far as I was concerned wouldn't be a problem when picking ice cream. Well, as it turns out, Pistachio Green colored ice cream tastes like the most artificial banana flavoring on earth. (This is truly the most messed up mind trick, it is like having someone put a double bacon cheese burger in front of you and then taking a bite, only to find out it tastes like cauliflower). I've been able to roll with all the punches and surprises pretty well, but this damn near set me off...I was so excited with the thought of eating pistachio ice cream (it had been years since I'd get a cylindrical scoop at Thriftys for a quarter). Thankfully, white abides by the international coloring/flavoring standard and is vanilla.
UPDATE: Or so I thought that white = vanilla. Just last night I was brought a scoop of ice cream after my meal. It happened to be white. Using my associative memory, I figured it was vanilla. Once again, I was fooled. This time it was coconut. I'm just not getting thrown any striaght pitches. In this case, it was a pleasant surprise. I like coconut ice cream.
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