|This has absolutely zero to do with school lunch. I just wanted to show you another nice picture of Chizu.|
What I eat for lunch seems like one of those things that really shouldn’t be worth mentioning. Back in the states, school lunch was a non-issue. If you wanted it, you could get whatever mix of greens and flat pizza you wanted. There were salads for the pickin, and the ranch dressing flowed like thick, white, speckled wine. If that were the case I would not mention it.
But that is not the case here.
Now, you’re probably expecting some kind of horror story about some weird thing I was forced to eat in an elaborate foreigner hazing ritual. But that’s not true either. The truth is more like a box of chocolates. Sometimes it’s awesome, sometimes it’s not, but you eat it all anyway if you can.
Let’s have a look at the rough patches first, because I like to end on a good note. There have been days when I’ve had a whole fish plopped in front of me, just cooked. That means you have to deal with scales, bones, and a previously unforeseen surprise: hollow eye sockets and a gaping but somehow depressed-looking fishmouth. I can only imagine how many people would soil their underclothes if you busted open a Long John Silver’s box in
Now imagine sticking your hand in the water, and grabbing the fish. Imagine how it feels, how it looks.
Now imagine just biting its head off. And washing it down with a glass of lukewarm, thick milk.
|BAM! SUCK ON IT! I GOT A PICTURE|
The flip side of this of course is when they knock it out the park. While the hard to eat stuff gets easier, the delicious stuff never gets any less delicious. On one cool day we had hot chilli, just today we had this cheese filled meat thing, we regularly have flavorful salads and from time to time I season the rice with other parts of the meal, livening it up. We had a kind of chicken soup which was not quite chicken noodle soup but still really good. Every day is a mystery because despite the fact I have a menu, much of it is in kanji. And who would want to ruin a good surprise anyway?
|That'll do, pig. That'll do.|
To add to the things in the good camp, every meal is prepared in-house and designed by a nutritionist. So even if I find it hard to stomach, the meals are tailored to balanced diets and an active lifestyle. Who can complain about authentic Japanese food with plenty of variety that is hand-picked by a nutritionist?
…I suppose anyone squeamish about chomping into whole fish heads might have a word or two. Who indeed?
PS: I write this a week later. This week was a mixed bag too but I came out on top overall. I did get one bone in fish, and I got the classic fish-in-your-salad trap sprung on me also. No joke, there were little minnow lookin guys in my salad which I only discovered after I had eaten most of it, and it was all I could see after that. But then we had these GREAT sweet potatoes, and another awesome dish. I've been going down to the lunchroom basically as they dish it out, and I eat quickly too. Great success.