For my first work-related potluck here in the States, I worked my fingers to the bone making a complex dish from my home country wanting to leave a good impression. Just as I was entering the break room my colleagues shouted in excitement. No, they weren’t happy to see me.
<br />The excitement was about another dish. Someone brought a bowl of mashed potatoes! What’s the big deal, I asked. They aren’t your regular mashed potatoes, they exclaimed, they are MADE FROM SCRATCH!!! What the fork?! Why would you EVER have any other kind?

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