I was in the Spar last week looking for a bottle of Sherry for a recipe. I went to the counter where the spirits are kept. The young man behind the counter was in his early 20s.
Me: Hi, do you have any sherry?
Him: What?
Me: Sherry, do you have any sherry?
Hm [Long pause]: I don’t even know what that is.
Me: Look behind you, the Harvey’s Bristol cream, that’s sherry.
Him: Oh really?
I bet his granny knew what sherry was.
getting older is just one long list of explanations to the younger generation.
however, J and I were in Spain and unable to communicate that we wanted a particular type of Sherry despite using our best Spanish and when that failed we shouted loudly in English. I think that beats your sherry story – we couldn’t get any in the country it comes from
Did you really want it for a recipe, or have you started having “just a small one” in the evenings?
That is impressive re your failure to get sherry in Spain, Heather. J, I think that sounds delightful..