Is it hard to be called out on your past mistakes? Of course. Would you have made the mistake if you knew better? Probably not. But learning about it after the fact doesn't make it not your fault or not a problem. It just makes it a problem you now know not to repeat! Handle it with grace.
It's brutal. I mean, honestly, who easily says they flat-out fucked up before they knew different and they're sorry?
Because they might do it differently knowing what they know in this moment but, honestly, they lived in a different snapshot of time.
People make bad choices and we give them a way to move on and be better or we don't.
Or you could be like Colton Haynes who tacked up his costume more than one Halloween--you can be called out a fucking lot, and then flip the finger at your public and plan someting trivial to you for next year.
Second batch of fritters is fried and cooling/draining on the counter. One cup of sort of whole berry cranberry sauce (I added the pulp back to the strained sauce that didn't go into the fritters because I couldn't bear to throw all that lovely pulp away), one cup of NPR cranberry relish and 20-ish fritters (there are 23 right now, I plan to have at least one for breakfast to see if they are okay cold or how they reheat, so probably two) will have to be enough of a contribution to the pot luck.
I kind of am, too! This somehow didn't seem that complicated when I read the recipe, even though all the steps were clearly spelled out.
For the record - cold fritter is okay, but my tolerance for cold fried potatoes and cold stuffing is, I suspect, above the norm. One fritter zapped on "Reheat" for 1 minute seems adequately heated, although the cranberry sauce gets hotter than it ought to be. On the whole pretty tasty, though. My co-workers will have to make do, I don't think we have an oven in the lunchroom I can warm them up in and I'm not going to attempt to fry things at work.
It's a Thanksgivvikuh miracle - my office is finally upgrading from XP to Win7!!
I just noticed your new tag, Jessica. Heh.
Fritters with stuffing and cranberries sound really good.
They're pretty dang delicious! And would probably be a swell way to deal with leftovers.
I feel like I have the opposite story to cultural appropriation, perhaps cultural abandonment. Noah refuses to believe he is Chinese. He has said, on two occasions, "People keep saying I'm Chinese but they are wrong." Essentially. When I tell him he is wrong and ask him what he is, he says, "White" and then offers up his inner arm as proof.
In some ways, it's true that he is culturally midwestern more than anything else. But he doesn't go to Chinese school, I never cook Chinese food, we don't speak Chinese or read it. So, lots of markers of culture for him are missing.
I feel like I'm failing at parenthood. But I too am pretty much Chinese in name only.
