It happened again. I expected food to be one temperature and it was another. This morning my host mom offered me cereal. Corn flakes to be exact. Well, she brought out a bowl of milk and a bag of cereal. Usually I like the cereal first, but hey, things are different sometimes. I poured some cereal into the milk, dipped my spoon in, and took a bite.
The milk was hot.
... Really, I rarely know what temperature to expect until the food is literally already in my mouth.
That's how I felt when I went to visit both my mom and dad are born and raised Dominicans but they had never served me cereal that way until we went back to DR to visit
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