I’ve come to terms with the fact that I see the world through the eyes of a crazy person even if the rest of the world hasn’t grasped this particular concept just yet. This is exactly the reason why I don’t like to be put on the spot with certain questions as I know the answer that will come spewing out of me will not be the correct one.
Sadly, this was exactly the position I was put in after I attended the cultural night in Te Vara Nui Village. I was speaking to one of the male performers from the show and he wanted to know what I liked most about it. I knew automatically that saying something along the lines of learning more about Cook Islands Maori culture or the stunning nature of the show itself would have been the correct answer but before my brain could catch up with my mouth “THE FOOD OF COURSE” had already fallen out.
To add insult to injury, my verbal diarrhea continued and I started talking about how the meat was so tender and
how the spinach was to die for as he looked at me baffled. I tried to put a cultural spin on my nonstop retardiness but forgot what the underground cooking method was called in the Cook Islands and uttered something along the lines of, “you know…just like the hangi in New Zealand”. One day I must learn to just put a sock in it!