well, actually, i wish there was a class for this. my friend, nicole, and i have a long-standing joke about how incredibly awkward we are in this country.
tonight, we decided that we were tired of argentine food and thought we'd be all slick and try to make fried rice. well, we all remember what happened the last time we tried to be slick and take the bus... we were suuuper excited because we found soy sauce and garlic sauce in the super market. so we bought said spices and went to another super market to buy vegetables. we got to the check out and were told that we were supposed to weigh them. so we went back and weighed them and the little machine printed out a sticker we stuck on the bag and took back to check-out. the cashier looked at us, took the bag and went back to the vegetable section and got a second sticker with a barcode on it.
why in the world would the machine print out price tags if that's not the price tag we need to check out?! everything in argentina is more difficult... needless to say, the cashier looked at us like we were totally incompetent. and to top it off, as we tried to leave the store, we couldn't quite figure out how to work the door because most are a simple push/pull system but this one had a sneaky, sneaky doorknob. i'm sure they were all laughing hysterically as we walked out of the store. neverr going back there again ):
and so we get back to the house and try to cook the fried rice. it smells delicious and we're all excited but of course, the ingredients are far from the same ones we have at home so it was all funky tasting. and the family we fed with our creation now thinks that that's what chinese fried rice tastes like... oops. haha we certainly did not give them the best impression.
oh, argentina. its been almost a month - when are we everrr going to get it right? at least these experiences make for funny stories (: and if anything, are teaching me to laugh at myself like neverr before.
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