When you are part of an intercultural relationship, you encounter differences both big and small. Today’s subtle difference is very small… in fact, you might even call it bite-sized.
Recently, I wanted to make some cookies. Specifically, I wanted to make a peanut butter cookie recipe that I had seen on Pinterest, but BV had an objection to that. According to him, cookies are something that you only eat around Christmastime.
I replied by saying, okay sure honey, Plätzchen might just be for Christmas, but since Plätzchen just means cookie and I am an American, cookies are for everyday consumption. Just ask the Cookie Monster! They are a year-round option! Plus, what do you pack for dessert in your school lunch if you don’t have cookies?
From there the conversation spiraled into a whole discussion about how weird it was that I went to a school that we weren’t allowed to leave at lunchtime. He couldn’t believe that we couldn’t nip out to the bakery if we wanted, just to get a snack. Then I had to explain that there really wasn’t anywhere to go except for the Burger King attached to the gas station. Classy. His solution to this was that we should open up a bakery van and park it outside a similar closed-campus rural American school.
“Oh BV. You can’t just park a van outside a rural school in America without the possibility of being arrested as some kind of child creeper.”
And no, I still haven’t made the peanut butter cookies.