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a couple of nights ago, Rach and i decided we were sick of the brasilian food we tried to make ourselves, so we went out to get crepes. our fav crepe place is in a mall not too far from our house. as we walked in the mall, Rachel commented, "sometimes when we sit in the house all day watching Gilmore Girls, i forget that when i go outside, i am going into a Portuguese-speaking world and i won't know anything that is going on." i agreed (Gilmore Girls is really messing up our perception) and we decided that even though we still don't understand anything, at least we expect it and don't feel weird about it anymore.

so we go up to the crepe counter and start ordering. we've done it a couple of times at this place, so it shouldn't be that hard. Rach ordered some pepperoni-cheese extravaganza and i ordered a yummy chicken-corn salad with some sort of crunchy-thing crepe. we noticed before we paid that there was a little side of a dessert crepe you could order for only R$3.90 (~$2). good deal. so, we thought we ordered a chocolate strawberry (morengo e chocolate) dessert crepe to go along. the order girl went back and forth with us a couple of times, making sure our order was right. we appreciated her double-checking since, you know, our Portuguese is sketchy. we sat down to wait for our order, pleased. i said, "we are really getting better at least with the simple things."

a couple minutes later a girl brings out the crepes. mine was a big thing covered in strawberry syrup with a couple scoops of chocolate ice cream. Rach asks where my meal crepe is. i say that surely it is coming, maybe they had to make the salad so they brought the ice cream out first so it wouldn't melt. and, by they way, did i order ice cream? Rachel, unconvinced, turns the crepe around with bad news. the chicken salad crepe was what was infront of me, just topped with dessert. actually, covered in the dessert.

so we're not quite as good at the simple things as we'd given ourselves credit for.

we've got a ways to go.

by the way, the strawberry sauce-covered chicken corn salad crepe wasn't too bad. i just pretended it was strawberry chicken from the Blue Bird in Logan. the chocolate ice cream melted in sort of killed it, though.

speaking of the Gilmore Girls, watching it makes us crave all this American junk food. list below. most of these things would make me gag in real life.

macaroni and cheese
real American cheeseburger
chili cheese fries
pop tarts
licorice
mallow mars
marshmallows
pancakes and eggs (all of the time)
omelets
butter nut squash soup (i could actually make this, but am sick of dealing with squash, as will be understood from a post forthcoming)
lots of pizza
chocolate muffin
chocolate chips
chocolate in general