Terese (my Swedish roommate, for those who are having a hard time following the characters in this story) made dinner tonight. All I know was that there was potatoes involved, and I am so starved for potatoes I was totally down for it. However, this hilarious conversation ensued.
I’m sitting at the table browsing the internet, and I’m overhearing.
Terese: It’s roasted.
Joske: No, it’s roosted.
Joske: Right? Roosted. Brenna? What is this called?
Then she brings me over a fork they were clearly talking about.
Joske: How do you call…the red stuff…
Brenna: (*dawning on me*) Rusted!
Joske: Rusted!? (Then back to Terese) We were close!!
I lost it. These are just perks of living with foreign roommates. They make food, and provide entertainment!