The Milk Cup

The second half of the Beef Paprikash for dinner tonight, but this time around with white rice. Still good, but I think I preferred last night’s version. There must be something in the anticipation of cooking a dish and having it’s aroma diffuse through the living space for a couple of hours that makes me think that. Or perhaps it’s the base level enjoyment of consuming it by smearing the meaty, tomatoey sauce onto a ripped piece of crusty roll. Perhaps both.

A question I’ve been pondering today is: Did pubs serve milk on tap in the 60’s, 70’s or even 80’s? I seem to remember a piece from Football Focus a few years back on the League Cup when it was called the Milk Cup due to the sponsors at the time, with some men in a pub drinking milk from a pint (glass). However, having ridiculed my friend, L, on the reason why this might be, (she argued that not everyone had their own cow back then, hence milk served in the pub. While true, I pointed out that it was probably more to do with the lack of refrigeration in most homes of the time), I’m now not so sure. A quick internet search fails to unearth satisfactory evidence. Perhaps I was wrong?

Beef Paprikash with white rice