Some days I think I’ve come so far in talking and getting around in Shanghai and China. And then sometimes, things turn out like this recent cooking event:
Jenni: Can you pick up sweet potato?
Me: Sure. Beer/Wine?
Jenni: Not tonight.
Me: Me too. I could murder one. I’ll grab a couple.
[Meanwhile...back at the house]
Jenni: Err is that Sweet Potato?
Me: Sure it is, it looks like it. It’s covered in dirt, right?
Jenni: Riiighht. But it looks different inside.
Me: Pfft what are you talking about. It’s fine, you just need to cook it.
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