I Mumble; Therefore, I am Angry.

After 15 years of marriage, The Boffin and I still cross our communication signals like all couples do.  We join the Mutual Irritation Society over my mumbling.  It’s simple.  I mumble to myself to process my thoughts.  He automatically assumes something is wrong and asks if I am OK.  I get annoyed that he assumes that I am angry yet again.  He gets annoyed that I am annoyed that he is looking out for my welfare.

And so it goes.

When it happened yet again this morning, we knew it was a blog post.  The Boffin said, to him, it’s an environmental thing.  Where he grew up, muttering to yourself meant that you were angry, and he can’t escape that social conditioning.

There is a popular Twitter account called Very British Problems that has even turned into a TV show.  It discusses the stages of anger.

The Boffin thinks that needs to be compressed a bit.

In order to severity:

1) Look everywhere else but at the person

2) Shake your head slowly, outside of their peripheral vision

3) Mumble

4) Tut

5) Stare aggressively at the back of the offender’s head

6) Invade the offender’s 2ft personal space radius

7) Engage them in polite conversation. Persist until they leave.

I can’t help but think his being in America so long has him resorting to the nuclear option of engaging in polite conversation.  And I am not sure where writing letters falls into this.

Regardless, back to our marriage, he knows when I am truly angry because I am a slow burner who goes silent.  I can control my temper very well, and someone can intervene to keep me calm and reason with me when I am on the edge.

But when I go…well, as far as having a “fight or flight” impulse, The Boffin has stated that there is not much flight in me.  I mostly have “grenade or baseball bat”.  Let me put it this way, whenever I take a The Big Lebowski personality quiz, Walter Sobchak always shows up.

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And no, I don’t roll on Shabbos either because I can’t bowl to save my life.

It is a case of my husband knowing my true personality vs. a conditioned response.

Some will say we are perpetuating stereotypes by proposing this idea. It is a valid comment. Of course, not all Britons mumble when they are angry and not all Britons would interpret mumbling as anger.

However, we are also talking about communication and how society agrees on what gestures and actions mean. Verbal language is hard enough, and we have dictionaries and other reference materials as guides. The Boffin is not the first British person who has interpreted my mumbling as “She’s in a strop,” which is something I have never encountered on this side of the Pond.  My mumbling has been interpreted as confusion over here, which is a different stereotype altogether.

So I can only give you my narrow experience with this, and I know it is not definitive. It would be interesting to hear how others have had their actions interpreted internationally.

Skyline Chili…Finally

Lunchtime in West Harrison, Indiana provided an opportunity to check off a box on my national culinary list.  Yes, folks, it was a stop at Skyline Chili.

Of course, The Boffin and The Sprog were most of the way toward the restaurant while I was faffing around with this picture of Horace.  To my pleasant surprise, the manager came out and told me, “Go on!  Get in there!”.  How could I say no?

So, what is special about Skyline Chili?  Skyline Chili is a Cincinnati institution.  Nicholas Lambrinides, a Greek immigrant, opened the first Skyline Chili in 1949 and named the restaurant after the view of the city’s skyline.

And it is not just about the tastiness of the chili.  Of course, you can get a bowl of chili, chili dogs, and chili fries.  But, the grotesquely American dish on offer is a 3-way which is chili and a megaton of cheese on top of spaghetti.  The Sprog and I chose that option after the drug pushers gave us free samples.

The Boffin got the 4-way which means you get the above with the addition of either beans or onions.  He chose beans.  He only mildly hates us. If he truly hated us, he would have gotten the 5-way with beans and onions.

The oyster crackers seen above are a Skyline tradition.  They actually are good at counterbalancing the heat.

This meal will probably kill me, but I will die happy.

Thanksgiving is Coming.

Pennsylvania Dutch potato filling…

Three sticks of butter and a death wish.

Edited with the recipe with the following changes.

Use all of the butter for the frying of the bread and vegetables.  Do not put any on top.  Not necessary.  You may even need extra butter, hence this time I needed three sticks.  I used salted.

In the UK, use size medium eggs.  In the US, size large.

You can season it however you would like.

 

America Does Things Big.

I would love to come back to the UK and see the size of one of these things.

Probably wouldn’t hold a candle, really.

Oh, and this is in Dayton, Ohio, so making election comments are tempting.  But I am going to ask for restraint.  My readers are above cheap shots. 

I’m not, but you are.