This post revolves around ice creams and tea. Long time back when I was a Ph.D student at Kanpur, I went out for dinner with a visiting faculty from Sweden, one of the few people whom I consider a thorough gentleman. He, I think, was fond of food. One has to marvel how he survived on the mess food for a year on campus. And he is one person who beat me at every single TT game I played with him. On top of that my feeling is, it is because of his generosity I could make 14-15 points with him, if he wished he could thrash me under 10 always. But then I am digressing.
So, that night at dinner, the food was over and we were ordering desserts. We decided to order ice creams, he was very sure he wanted to eat Kesar Pista (an Indian flavor) and I vaguely ordered vanilla. Some discussion about our choices occurred and I remarked, “I am really quite indifferent to food.” A little later we were eating our ice creams and I told him, “Mine tastes good.” And the gentleman that he was, he said “Because you are eating mine.” I must have gobbled at least a quarter if it by then (the waiter served it wrong!) but we exchanged the ice creams and I had to finish the bland vanilla one. I told him, “See, I am that indifferent to food.” This incident is almost a decade old, the time when I didn’t need to watch the number of ice creams I ate in a week or even in a day.
I was reminded of this incident because last week I was drinking ‘black coffee’ and I was telling someone that it is not good, there is too much coffee in it. And I was told, “Well, it is not coffee, it is tea.”
Hmm, a decade later I am as bad, still not able to differentiate between tea and coffee (but only black) but I am sure I would know a vanilla ice cream now, or better still I will not order a vanilla ice cream anymore!