It sits between a plastic drink container filled with orange and a small stack of orange, green and white desserts. It’s pink: little girl cheap toy pink. I open the fridge, grab it, take it to the counter.
I trade $2.50 for it and stand outside the tiny Indian take away for my first sip. It’s over 40 degrees and I’m looking for relief.
I’m also expecting to taste something like liquefied Turkish delight but that hope is immediately quashed.
Rose lassi tastes almost exactly like mango lassi. If it weren’t colour coded I’m not sure I’d pick a difference.
It’s primarily yoghurt, leaving a coated feeling across my teeth and tongue after I swallow. There is a sweetness, of course, but the only time any rosiness features is in the faint aftertaste… And that’s probably a wish rather than a real flavour.
Still, it’s cool and pleasant and cheap. Things like that can be hard to come by on these summer days.
Rose Lassi
It sits between a plastic drink container filled with orange and a small stack of orange, green and white desserts. It’s pink: little girl cheap toy pink. I open the fridge, grab it, take it to the counter.
I trade $2.50 for it and stand outside the tiny Indian take away for my first sip. It’s over 40 degrees and I’m looking for relief.
I’m also expecting to taste something like liquefied Turkish delight but that hope is immediately quashed.
Rose lassi tastes almost exactly like mango lassi. If it weren’t colour coded I’m not sure I’d pick a difference.
It’s primarily yoghurt, leaving a coated feeling across my teeth and tongue after I swallow. There is a sweetness, of course, but the only time any rosiness features is in the faint aftertaste… And that’s probably a wish rather than a real flavour.
Still, it’s cool and pleasant and cheap. Things like that can be hard to come by on these summer days.
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Specifics: Rose lassi from Spicy Bite, Merrylands