The Plantains
The air conditioner unit "just froze up solid" says the maintenance man and he adds that he's done just about all he can do for me.
Wiping the sweat from my face, I ask politely, "What do you think I should do, Brad? What would you do if this were your air conditioner?"
He seems completely stymied and I don't really know how to help him. The unit is less than a year old and it should work. We both know this to be true. He's going to come back tomorrow, but he keeps shaking his head as if to say, "What's the point, really?"
I want to tell him that it's going to be brutal frying up the plantains for #1 son's Nicaragua project in an 88 degree kitchen, but that seems like too much information. I'm sure he's done the best he can. Why make him feel worse than he already does?
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i can't believe yours doesn't work. that blows.
Oh and to kc, technically I think it should be "that doesn't blow".
jw
Just trying to help,
Bob
But when i went to the world cultures fair at the school next day i was pleased, sort of, to taste another kid's plantains and they were way worse than ours. I had to spit her plantains out in to a napkin. I did it discretely of course.
Another kid offered me some type of weird bready thing from peru i think. As I was chewing it she said, "It has a weird after taste because the yeast and baking soda interact in the wrong way." Before she finished her sentence, I learned she was on the money. The food from other countries just isn't very good I guess.