Last night I determined that the Real Housewives of New Jersey, is, in fact educational.
I learned the word Ingredientses.
Last season I was introduced to the new accepted plural of the word woman: womens. Also, as Cheryl reminded me on Twitter, last week we were schooled in the interchangeable application of delicatessen and delicacy. As in, I know, I know… [Fois Gras] is a delicatessen in French.
(Ah, my favorite European country: French.)
Of course I realize that I should not be judging. If I had cameras pointed at me every second of every waking moment of every day, I would humiliate myself verbally to no end. Just last night, Sage exclaimed over her ravioli, “I cutted mines all by myself!”
I corrected her: “I cutted mine, sweetie.”