One thing I need to
warn tell you about my international family is that we are in NO WAY politically correct. We are a more like a cultural phenomenon:
One Korean born dude with a German last name who grew up in the midwest and speaks no Korean. Read: Twinkie
One white girl from the PNW in complete denial of her ancestral redneckedness who USED to say worsh, not wash, and often ended sentences in prepositions. Gasp. See: Where would you like to meet
Two little half and half spawn from Twinkie and Redneckdenialgirl that are incredibly beautiful, and no one believes they are from my womb.
One Chinese son who goes by the name Fred because, he wanted an American name this year.
One German son who goes by Philipp, because that is the name his parents gave him.
One daughter, by international exchange, who is back in Serbia but still in our hearts. Every. Day.
And finally one and a half dogs. Because my old dog has a goiter the size of a puppy on her neck. We named the goiter/puppy Lance (the verb). I know, gross huh? So.. one and a half dogs.
The fact that we are all so different and under one roof is a test to our sanity every day. So we laugh a lot. Have great dinner discussions, and embrace our diversity with racist humor.
One evening over a dinner of steamed veggies, baked chicken, and rice, our beloved Chinese Fred says:
“Mom, I’d like to take some rice and veggies for lunch sometime. Will you teach me how to make rice?”
You could have heard a pin drop. Even the 9 year old was shocked. Then my husband, the twinkie, turns to him, slugs him in the arm and says, “Dammit Fred! You can’t make rice?! You are a disgrace to our people!”
When I finally found my voice, I said, “Really Fred? You don’t know how to make rice? You never did… YOUR ENTIRE LIFE IN CHINA? Ok, I’ll teach you how to use the rice cooker. It’s quite simple.”
Philipp, our German, God love him, perks up, “Fred, I would be happy to show you how to make rice. I know how!”
I wish you could hear the accents.. it adds so much to this story.
I sat back in my chair and said, “Well isn’t that something? I’ll have to shoot video of this and call it White on Rice.”