I made short-cut pierogis tonight. They were delicious. I only had 2 and Roommate Claude had 2, but we liked them all. The rest are for a potluck at my advisor's house later this week. I have a feeling awkwardity will ensue. I am bringing pierogis because I am tired of people wishing me a happy new year in February (though I can't decide if it's more obnoxious when non-Asians wish each other happy new year in February, or when they only do it to me). And seeing dragon-themed cupcake competitions on my teevee. It appears that my secret is out. Everyone in B'more has noticed that I am Taiwanese.
Eunice and I visited a new church today. The very nice pastor did not wish us happy new year (praise the Lord). But he did spend three minutes convincing us that he knew Asians (this is what happens, Eunice, when you make a joke about race to very polite people), and that he used to hang out with them all the time back west, and that he's not "used to congregations with so many white people." Naturally, all this attention on my heritage made me want to come home and mash potatoes and sauerkraut together. Which is exactly what I did. Then I tucked them into store-bought dumpling wrappers from the Chinese grocery store. And the rest, as you know, was delicious.
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Ashley: Hahaha. [I bet] he shows you how he can use chopsticks to prove his point.
Moi: And pulls up pictures of his Asian friends on his phone... but it's really a poster of Harold and Kumar.
ADDENDUM:
(DBomb's reaction to the pastor story)
DBomb: Wow. You should've given him an award. Sounds like he wanted one.
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