This weekend was interesting in that I tasted the rainbow when it came to emotions... and I didn't even have to eat any Skittles! Usually, I'm preparing and giving an English lesson on Saturdays except that this time, my student e-mailed me to explain that her daughter was placed in in-home quarantine. If you're thinking… Continue reading A Weekend Diary: Dilly-dallying Depression and Fried Food
In September, I went out with my main school to my first drinking party (飲み会, nomikai). Don’t worry if you’re not an alcohol shipper. I’m certainly not and most establishments will provide you with non-alcoholic beverages. I wasn’t a fan of the beer, so I stuck with water and tea. This meeting was at a… Continue reading Washoku at the Nomikai.
I can’t remember offhand when I finally got around to having ramen, but I did give it a shot. It was unexpectedly cold one day when I went out to go grocery shopping (and you know what they say about doing that on an empty belly), so I thought I would warm up by stopping… Continue reading The Ramen Virgin
The rain pitter-pattered down from the sky. A light mist hung over the town. A stranger walked along a cobbled street dampened by slick rain. Beckoned by peals of laughter and the gentle clinking of ceramic cups, he turned onto a garden lined walkway and towards a simple timbered structure. The lacquer of the wood… Continue reading Episode I: A New Cuisine