"It means ‘the cattle are dying.’ "
Answering back to front, lots of people do think that (specifically, they expect those liquids to have organoleptic properties and composition similar to those of animal milk), and you yourself provide proof that horchata has already joined the English language.
Asshole Co-Worker: “We don’t need no stinkin’ socialized medicine, but don’t touch my Medicare!”
Yllaria, I would be thrilled to set up to pay through my bank, but our financial situation is a bit unstable, so I’m afraid I’ll start bouncing checks if the husband’s workman’s comp check is late (which sometimes happens due to federal holidays and post office delays.) Not to mention stupid things like “truck needs work, so I have to delay Payment X for a week, or put something on the credit card until I can pay it next week.” Tired of being poor…
Idiotidiotidiotidiotidiotidiotidiotidiotidiotidiotidiotidiotidiotidiotidiotidiotidiotidiotidiotidiotidiot. I am such an idiot.
Traditionally in western European cooking, milk has been used to refer to a liquid made from ground almonds since the late 13th century … though it was more for cooking than drinking. Admittedly, beveraes did tend to be brewed [small beer rather than the hard core full strength stuff, and various treatments of wines that ended up being more or less watered down to third or quarter strength so it really was not as alcoholic as it sounds. Much of the day’s liquid intake actually came in the form of cooked soups, stews and potages. Unlike today, they didn’t normally wander around with a beverage vessel effectively grafted into their hands like we seem to do today. A foodstuff oddly similar to horchata is found in a very traditional almond milk/bread/garlic soup that is still served in Spain that is very very ancient. Since the medieval form of almond milk does call for boiling the mixture as a way of extracting the almond oil to enrich the liquid, it would render almond milk as safe for drinking as a beverage as the microbes would have been killed in the cooking process. As almond milk is moderatly common in medieval cuisine, I would guess that turning it into a food safe beverage is logical if you do not want any alcohol - and the Islamic conquering of the Iberian Peninsula contributed highly to the food culture, it is very logical for almond milk to make the jump to beverage and cooking ingredient …
Well, I had a whole year being next to the empty cubicle at work, and for that I am grateful. Now they’ve finally put somebody in there, and of course he’s a talker. I don’t mind a bit of talk, or a normal amount of socializing, but this guy (like everyone else who ever sat there) is one who starts talking and then ignores all the signs that the conversation is over. I’m afraid to even say hi now for fear of starting the monologue. Can’t we ever hire any damn normal people around here?!
Probably not really, we’ve actually been getting on better since she decided she was moving, solving a few long-term minor issues (like her cat pissing in the shower daily, but it apparently not being a problem, because she prefers the other shower anyway).
She’s been randomly deciding Things are in the Wrong Place and unpredictably rearranging them since long before I moved in, according to the landlord, who also lives here.
Hurray that Eldest has a love of books! I’m guessing you already paid for the book. However, if it happens again ask if you can replace it. I’ve had 2 different vehicles eat library audiobook CD’s. Both times I was able to find a new copy on Amazon for MUCH less than the $60-70 cost it was listed for in the library system. I had to pay a small amount for a processing fee which I certainly didn’t quibble over.
I’m all ears 
I’d like to pit all of the local morons who drive around with unrestrained dogs in the bed of their pick-up truck. Especially the one I saw today who punched the gas to make a left in front of an oncoming car. The poor lady who hit the flying dog was in tears and I’m pretty sure the dog was dead by the time they all came to a stop. Fucking idiot. (I don’t like restrained dogs in the beds of pick-ups either, but at least the dog won’t fly out and get injured or killed.)
Wow, I didn’t know that happened with CDs (just cassettes).
Yeah, ChefGuy, what’d you do? 
Awwwww. 
Poor dog. Poor lady.
A roommate in college acquired a widdle bitty pitbull puppy by simply happening to be the car behind a pickup carrying an entire litter of unrestrained puppies. One tumbled over the side, and she stopped and picked him up. Cute little tuxedo coat, sweet personality - we’d have friends over and he’d go around the couches and chairs one by one, making sure to greet each guest individually.
Factory installed CD players. Ate the CD’s and didn’t give them back. It would have cost more than the audiobooks cost to have a new CD player installed, not to mention that having the tech dig the CD out would have probably damaged the CD. Now I use a portable CD player. If it refuses to open, I can use a screwdriver and vent my frustrations.
What a lucky puppy! So many people would have just continued on their way. I do like pit bulls, they always seem to love people. The main reason we adopted our greyhounds is because they came trained to an inch of their lives. I know nothing about training dogs and my beloved butthead is gone half the year. We needed dogs who already knew to not chew the furniture or use the cats as squeak toys.
Speaking of dogs, I took them for a walk today. This is something I do twice a day and we always do the same walk. Someone down the street got a new kitten. Said kitten was sitting in the window. Poor neurotic Westley saw the kitten, did a fear pee and hid behind me until the window was out of sight.
I’m not sure a sort of proper name for a drink that’s only found on menus at Mexican food joints can be said to have joined the English language. I still encounter people from all over who have never heard of horchata, and those who have, who aren’t Mexican or Central/South American, know it as I do.
Calling the non-dairy milks “horchatas” would be like going into a coffee shop wanting hot black coffee and asking for a frappucino.
And I don’t get it - even if “horchata” became a generic term for all non-dairy milks, you still have to specify which kind, it’s not like a time saver in syllables or anything. It’s like people getting all mad about “chai tea” - yes, it’s really saying “tea tea” but in English, especially American English, it’s just not. It means “Indian spiced tea.”
Fucked up a woodworking project through inattention. Four days hard work out the goddamn window. :mad: :smack:
Geeze, that sucks. At least when I fuck up needlework, all I have to do is buy some more thread. Starting over with new wood doesn’t sound fun. You have my sympathy.
New rant for me. I managed to lose my library card. Now I have to get a new one AND I have to teach my comp and phone the new number. Yeah, I know. first world problems.
Gads. Why bother with a chat utility on your website if you won’t bother hiring agents who will do anything more complicated than look up your account and refer you back to your bundler?
Went to the local Frontier office on Thursday, paid bill in full. Phone and internet were restored before I got home - cool. No Dish network yet, but I understand that it takes a little time to transmit account/billing updates between providers. Yesterday, the husband called Dish, but they still hadn’t received the update. Okay. Not great, but not the agent’s fault. Today, Tony is driving the big kids to their dad’s, and the 3-year-old is having a meltdown because she is in total Peppa Pig withdrawal. I don’t talk on the phone, typically, because I have a hearing/processing issue, and it’s an exercise in frustration for everyone when I have to ask folks to repeat themselves constantly - especially when a 3-year-old is having a meltdown in the background. But… Hey! Dish has a chat function! This is a simple process - confirm account info, agent has to do something not much more complicated than pushing a button after confirming that payment has been received! Problem solved!
Started chat. Agent confirms details. Tells me that I have to call Frontier, he can’t help me. (I know this isn’t the case. But I gain nothing by arguing, and sarcasm doesn’t really translate well in chat.) So I call Frontier, confirm account details, agent tells me what I already know: I have to contact Dish. Agent offers to transfer me, but hits the wrong button. I’m on hold another few minutes, speak to another Frontier agent, who manages to hit the right button. More hold, more hold music/recordings that sounds like they’re being transmitted via an underwater phone held next to a busted speaker, speak to perfectly pleasant and helpful Dish agent, who confirms account details (are we keeping count?) and hits the button. Boom. I have television again.
Instead of confirming details once, agent hitting one button, 5 minutes of chat, I get to waste almost an hour of my Saturday afternoon with this clusterfuck, plus writing complaints on the Dish Facebook page and another e-mail. Because one guy can’t be bothered to do his job.
Fucker.
My problem isn’t so much with whether they should be called horchata or whackamallooza - but I do have a problem with how many times I hear someone complain that one of them was recommended to them as a milk substitute but it does not feel like milk at all. And of course, with how many times I hear someone recommending one as a milk substitute. Often, people who have never tried one or actually bothered find out its composition and therefore do not know that it is “milky” only in being a “whitish liquid”, or companies who have an interest in fostering that confusion; it’s like… people know that sherry and cognac are different things. They have a lot in common, but if you are given a glass of sherry you do not expect it to taste like cognac. I think that these two things are different enough, and that enough people get confused by the common name, that a separate name would be helpful.
And no, those confused people aren’t only people dealing with translations. The last bout of confusion I witnessed in person involved five English people, and in this same thread people were recommending them to MissTake as cow-milk substitutes.
I have to tell you that my allergist has recommended almond, soy and rice “milk” as milk substitutes for me while I am on an elimination diet to determine the cause of my hives. So apparently it’s not “wrong” to suggest them as substitutes, exactly. Personally, I can stand almond or rice on my cereal, so long as the cereal is strongly flavored. This is the sort of “substitution” that is meant, I think. I was shocked myself to find that these substitutes have little or no protein, as dairy is my major source of protein and in that sense these are definitely not substitutes.
Yeah, that’s why I think it might be good to come up with some other labeling. I can see why their makers would want them called milk - but for the consumers, it’s not the best label.
I drink lactofree; there are places where that gets to be called “milk”, and places where it does not because local regs require a certain lactose content for “white liquid come out of an animal’s teats” to be called milk (it gets to be called a “dairy preparation”). The marketing is, in both cases, based on the difference with other UHT milks (I haven’t seen a lactofree milk that wasn’t UHT). I think it helps make a conscious choice of which kinds to buy.
I know we haven’t seen you in a while, but please don’t call me at 7 PM on a school night and ask if we can go to Dave and Buster’s. It’s at least 30 minutes away and none of the boys in my house are wearing pants. I know you all stay up until midnight but it ain’t gonna happen. Plans people … we need PLANS!
OH! I hates it when people try to do that to us. We don’t have children, but its kinda hard to just drop everything we are doing to go somewhere. Did you also get the mandatory guilt trip from him or her?
My very lame rant: My cats HATE DSL. They didn’t mind getting their gooshy food early in the fall, but an hour late is totally not acceptable. They want to move back to Arizona post-haste.