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Mike's Adventure to Poland - 2002

Part 20: Ooze

We worked on the outskirts of Warsaw, several miles away from where we were living.  As a result, we just ate in a cafeteria at the work site.

The first day I went to lunch, I saw that there was a cup of juice at each place setting.  It juice was a bright green, like lime kool-aid.

"Hmmm, kool-aid for a drink," I said.

"That's not your drink," Scott replied.  "That's dessert."

Huh?

I picked up the glass and examined it.  It wasn't a liquid; it was an ooze.  It looked dead-on like the ectoplasm from Ghostbusters.

So, we ate our lunch (which was always excellent, by the way), and afterwards, we drank the ooze.  And here is the thing - it wasn't sweet!  It was very bland!

I tried to shotgun the whole thing, but being ooze, it slowly dribbled out and down my throat.  I started laughing, because I announced I would down it in a single gulp, but since it didn't come out in a single gulp, I couldn't do it.  In fact, I laughed so hard, I was afraid it might come out my nose.  Fortunately, since it looked like snot, it wouldn't look too unusual...

I was afraid of offending our Polish hosts, but I was curious as to what this weird oozy concoction was.  So, I asked one of them what it was called.

"I don't know," he replied.  "It is not Polish.  We call it 'plasma.'  We don't exactly know what it is, but they serve it every day." And then he laughed.

Later, someone told us it was kool-aid into which some corn starch had been added to thicken it up.

Whatever it was, it was NASTY!

Too much ooze
A typical reaction to drinking the ooze...

Continue on to Part 21: Beer