Quiet today. I will retell something funny that someone said to me this weekend that describes my day today: it was Sunday night, and he asked how my weekend had been. I was puzzled about a question that specific.
"Weekend? Don't you mean week?"
"I don't need to ask about your work week. I just assume it's 'beat my own Tetris score!'"
I just like to say "jicama." It's fun -- try it!
HICK-a-muh! HICK-a-muh!
All I know about jicama I learned from Top Chef.
Steph, thank you for preventing me from embarrassing myself sometime in the future by mispronouncing that. Because I would've.
Hell, I can pronounce Spanish, and my brain was going ji-CAH-ma. Sad. Though not as sad as the people I've heard prounounce Mojave as "Mo-jayve"--which sounds like a Motown subsidiary.
my brain was going ji-CAH-ma.
That's how my brain pronounces it. Even with the "H" sound, I still want to stress the second syllable like your brain does.
The "HICK-a-muh" pronunciation came from my bro the chef, so if it's incorrect, blame him.
My jicama love killed the thread.
I didn't mean it like
that,
I swear.
Uh huh.
I'm totally going to fall asleep during my haircut tonight. I can tell already.