I'm American. Very American. Like, I-might-have-biscuits-and-sausage-gravy-for-dinner American.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I'm as American as apple pie.
I'm completely Americanized - I have an American accent, an American wife - but a residue of me is foreign.
I'm American by birth, but I consider myself Canadian.
I'm definitely an American, because I grew up here. But I've lived very happily in Britain.
I always thought of myself as more American than Americans when I was living in Germany, because I always had this attitude of can-do, and if you're successful, you can show it, which is a very un-German thing, you know.
I don't really know what 'American' is. I know what Ukrainian is. We're happy Slavic people. We're not Dostoyevsky Slavic people. There's this sense of 'pick it up, get your hands dirty, make the best of it, celebrate.'
Everyone in America thinks I'm American - and everyone in England seems to think I'm American.
At one point, in one of the kitchens where I worked, I was the only American pastry cook. They treated me poorly. 'You're stupid. You're American. You don't get it.' They'd speak French all day. At one point, my boss said to me, 'You learn French or get out right away.'
A biscuit in the States is something you would put gravy on with dinner, and it's not sweet in the least!
I am not an American; I am the American.