Now what was I going to say again? Oh yeah...food. My mother has been worrying about what the hell I am eating here. I'm sure my pictures of junk food and drunken nights at orientation have done nothing but add to her worries, so that is the point of this entry: I have been eating well!
You know those things we call "potstickers" in America? Well they are all over the place here, known as "gyoza." Problem is, they are always made with meat. I love them too much to let that get me down, so I decided to make my own. There are these wonderful things in stores here that are like wonton wrappers, so all you have to do is prepare the filling. Tonight, I cut up shittake mushrooms (100 yen, unbelievable!) green onions, garlic, and ginger, then added spices. It was a little tricky to close some of the wontons and some of them fell apart, but for the most part, they turned out well.
The reason I cook for myself is because eating out has been a chore. Most places around here are noodle places, and I love noodles, but I'm afraid of finding meat in my food. That being said, people do understand vegetarianism here. In fact, last week my fellow teachers asked me if I could eat noodles. I said yes, then told them about my semi-vegetarianism. They showed me how to cook somen noodles, then told me to invite Erich for lunch. We then ate noodles while talking in broken English and Japanese about the Dewey Decimal system.
Man, I am going to get fat here.
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