“Are your potatoes the frozen imported ones, or do you cut and fry your potatoes?” The waiter looked offended. “It is the imported frozen ones.” As the waiter walked away, Ifemelu said, “Those frozen things taste horrible.” “He can’t believe you’re actually asking for real potatoes,” Obinze said drily. “Real potatoes are backward for him. Remember this is our newly middle-class world. We haven’t completed the first cycle of prosperity, before going back to the beginning again, to drink milk from the cow’s udder.”
