The other day I DID want good cookies, so I put on some Christmas music to cheer me up about living in a place where you have to make all the good cookies yourself, and got down to business.
Enter Italian Husband, and the following conversation ensued:
IH: Very funny.
Self: What is?
IH: I get it.
Self: ...I don't. What?
IH: Oh. I thought...you know...Christmas music and making cookies...you're doing the "American thing" to make me laugh, right?