Sunday, 29 July 2007
A simple pleasure...
The other day at University I had bought a couple of Tokyo Rolls for lunch. As I was leaving the café, one of the other students saw me with a paper bag, smiled a superior sort of smile, and said 'potato cakes?'*. There was something in her voice that I took as disapproval.
She looked quite crestfallen when I showed her inside the bag.
I do so love the gentle hiss of a deflating stereotype!
* I don't know how well the term 'potato cakes' travels, internationally. They are slices of potato, dipped in batter and deep fried. Mother Nature's preferred way of getting all the natural goodness of fat and salt into your body.
I wonder how they travel internationally, knowing full well that people in New South Wales call them 'potato scallops'. No idea why.