dear rustin
99% sashimi....panic ensues, but after the hotel staff served the meal and left---I spastically starting throwing everything on the nabe cooker. Whew..i was able to salvage some of the edible items, but had no way of hiding the fact that I wasn't going to eat things with a live heartbeat. Still can't shake this sashimiphobia.
Flashing the deuce...evidence of assimilation in progress.
This is Rustin psyching himself up for one of the scariest breakfasts he'll ever have in his life. It's one thing to actually STOMACH these foods, but my appetite is destroyed at the mere sight of it. I know that's closed minded and culturally insensitive....but it's true. Returning to Japanese food was a bit of a mental and digestive shock. Fortunately, the warm generosity of its people, and infectious students who always offer a genki "harrow" more than make up for the semi-appetizing, but quite aesthetic, foods and flavors. It feels good to be home!
Anne & Rustin * Narita, Japan * January 2006
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