Mom: You put too much water in the rice, it's all soggy.
Me: Sorry. When you said "put just a little bit of water" I didn't think you meant that little.
Mom: I said just little water.
Me: Sorry. I just put half a finger measurement of water in there. To me that's little! Our rice back in Kansas City, I use a whole finger measurement and it's still dry!! What kind of rice did you buy anyway?
Mom: You are going to embarass our family if you cook rice that way for your mother-in-law. Tsk-tsk, a girl who can't even cook rice.
Me: Well, if I don't marry a Vietnamese guy, or if I don't marry an Asian guy at all, we won't have to worry that I can't cook rice.
Mom: What?! The Boy won't be able to speak with me.
Me: Yes, he can. He can say "chào cô khỏe không?" [Hi miss, how are you?]
Mom: Aiyah!
Me: And he likes my rice. And his mother likes my rice.
Mom: Well, I can't eat your rice. Cook it again.
Me: Aiyah!
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