I'm wearing the fun fur on the inside though.
Chips or fries?
I've always been resistant to the word 'fries' because it's an Americanism, and I have that small-country attitude of not wanting to be absorbed into some bigger country's culture. I understand this is silly, since 'chips' comes from England and that's also a bigger (population wise anyway) country that's splatted its culture all over the world in a fairly indiscriminate way.
"Do you have a flag?"
Mate, if I had a flag it'd be hot pink with this stuff on it in a pattern that spells out the word DANCE." And it might play tunes as well. Flag makers have no imagination...
*cough* anyway.. chips or fries?
I've found that the encroachment of Americanism on our culture and language is inevitable, and I'm slowly coming to accept that sooner or later we'll probably all be speaking some bastardisation of one language - possibly not in my lifetime, unless Snow Crash was some kind of prophetic work of nonfiction - but one day. I'm even noticing that our accent is changing slightly. Most people now say 'ass' instead of 'arse' for example. Aside: Funny how it's the swear words....
So about those chips and fries. I have realised that while 20 years ago fries were things you could only get at McDonalds, they've now made a ubiquitous invasion into wider culture. But they haven't taken over completely. There is still a distinction between what constitutes a chip, and what constitutes a fry.
"Oh Tats, what is that difference?" I hear you ask. I know, you're fidgeting in your seat, dying to know, aren't you?
Well, basically, they are both long, thin chunks of potato, deep fried in (increasingly) vegetable oil. Personally, I think animal fat tastes better, but anyway.. However, if it's a 'shoestring' - the really thin (5-6mm) variety, it's a fry, and if it's the chunkier (1-1.5cm) variety that you get at the local chippie, it's a chip. Any bigger and it's a wedge, and wedges have the dubious honour of being 'different' because they generally come with sour cream.
I find myself, when at Fidels who do shoestrings, asking for a bowl of fries. I wince every time, but that's what I do. At Starfish in Thorndon (greasy heaven for those who don't know) I ask for a scoop of chips.
Chips are fighting a losing battle, I think. But they -are- fighting for their place in kiwi culture. I am going to enjoy saying "chips" while it lasts. Also, I find it odd that although we adopted 'chips' from England for our deepfried hot potatoes, we didn't adopt 'crisps' for our deepfried cold slices of spud. Those are chips too.
Apparently afficionados in the UK are having the same kind of confusion. I'm glad I'm not alone.
See? Told you it was important.
In other news of worldwide importance, I decided my plan of attack on studying next year, with the help of the lovely Colin from Vic. The first thing will be Social Policy. That'll be where I find out what social policy actually means. I have been sensible and only gone for one paper with a total of three hours' contact time a week.
*chalks up the sensible over enthusiasticness*
Also, I admit responsibility for the proliferation of the 'one word' meme. *hides*