I think some recuperation can be done by calling them Afghan biscuits rather than afghans. After all, we eat Anzac biscuits, not Anzacs.(Broken bodies of boys far from home and never to return, om nom nom!) The difficulty remains then only in why they are called Afghan biscuits in the first place, since, unlike Afghan rugs, Afghans don't make them.
Proper Afghan biscuits should not be lost to the world. Those horrible ones you get from shops that are just like hardish round things covered in melted chocolate do not deserve the name.
FWIW, child in question gets hassle for "difference" all the time and unfortunately I don't think it is *ever* going away. Even well-meaning stuff hurts - "where are you from", "how come you can speak English without an accent", "why don't you wear a scarf", etc etc. The eating of biscuits is nothing to when a friend of her mother's opined that "we should bomb the lot of them" after 9/11. She was eight then.
I tell you, having a different ethnicity quasi-niece has opened my eyes a LOT.
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Date: 2009-04-27 10:23 am (UTC)Proper Afghan biscuits should not be lost to the world. Those horrible ones you get from shops that are just like hardish round things covered in melted chocolate do not deserve the name.
FWIW, child in question gets hassle for "difference" all the time and unfortunately I don't think it is *ever* going away. Even well-meaning stuff hurts - "where are you from", "how come you can speak English without an accent", "why don't you wear a scarf", etc etc. The eating of biscuits is nothing to when a friend of her mother's opined that "we should bomb the lot of them" after 9/11. She was eight then.
I tell you, having a different ethnicity quasi-niece has opened my eyes a LOT.