Milk may not be a very important topic in your life. I admit that it wasn't one in mine, that is BEFORE. When we moved to Prague last fall we had a milk dilemma and it looks like we're back into it. "What could be the problem?" you ask. "Milk is milk." Well, not really, at least not in the Czech Republic.
Most milk comes in cartons and is sold unrefrigerated on shelves or stacked in a grocery store aisle. You can see what I mean in the picture above. 'Mléko' on the carton is the Czech word for milk. It's one of the first words we learned because it's part of the necessary shopping vocabulary.
I am holding a carton of Meggle Mléko, the brand we much prefer. The reason it's our favorite is because it has a small screw-on cap. Now that may sound odd to you, but here's the reason. Milk cartons most often appear with a dotted line to guide the use of scissors to cut and create a spout of sorts in opening it.
If you look closely at this picture you'll see that we ignore those instructions. We cut across the dotted lines because when we follow their directions we end up with dribbles and spills. Our cutting style means we have to squeeze the box a little bit when we want to pour - a skill we've acquired. The question you want to ask now is, "So why do you have that kind of carton?"
As happened last fall, we haven't been able to find Meggle Mléko for a while. I'm telling you it's a dilemma . . . a serious dilemma. Of course this time around it's a bit easier to handle. We know our favorite will appear again. It's just a matter of time.
God sure knows how to keep sanctifying us.