Catlap

'I will leave you to yourselves, gentlemen,' said the provost, rising; 'when you have done with your crack, you will find me at my wife's tea-table.' ¶ 'And a more accomplished old woman never drank catlap,' said Maxwell, as he shut the door […]

"[…] You mustn't gobble, nor drink your beer too fast." ¶ "You are wrong, doctor; I never drink no beer: it costs." ¶ "Your catlap, then. […]"

I suppose you think I come here to beg from you, like this damaged lot here. Not me. I don't want your bread and scrape and catlap.

All European food in Burma is more or less disgusting—the bread is spongy stuff leavened with palm-toddy and tasting like a penny bun gone wrong, the butter comes out of a tin, and so does the milk, unless it is the grey watery catlap of the dudh-wallah.

Identifying tea as 'catlap' had a prevailing satirical currency in the mid-1780s.