I knew my high school Spanish would come in handy. I remember how to say like three things... My name is Julia. Where is the bathroom? The house is on fire. Plus some random words. Beer. Bitch. Pork rinds. Yes, they actually taught us the Spanish word for pork rinds. I didn't know how to conjugate a verb, but I knew how to say pork rinds. Cicharrones. (My spelling of it might suck though; I said I could say it, not spell it.) And look at that, it was just a useful word to know. I was watching Iron Chef America, and one of the judges who was a native Spanish speaker said something reminded him of cicharrones. But he didn't know how to translate it into English. Ah-ha! I am a Spanish speaking genius. This all does beg the question though... is eating something reminiscent of pork rinds a good thing?

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Posted by blueostrich at 9:59 PM
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