the life of a wild woman

Thursday, September 14, 2006

trading food at lunch

I remember trading food at lunch when I was a kid. Elementary brings me back to those days. I have never seen so many boys fight for my chunk of fish and natto (a gross fermented soybean thing). Rock paper scissors. As I had extra rice, I watched on 12 year old boy down 2 bowls of rice, 3 things of natto, a dish of fruit, fish, and cooked veggies. He is a growing boy. Who said there were fat kids in Japan. They are all over, you just have to look hard sometimes.
I learned a new word dango. In the dictionary it says dumpling. Hell if it was a dumpling, it was in with my fruit. I ate it because I was curious. At first it was like a marshmallow. Then the taste got worse and so did the texture. It stuck to the side of my mouth. I had to have another just to confirm it wasn:t that great. Yup, not going to eat that again.
I forgot to add at the school party, I found out the proper way to eat soybeans. NOT THE WHOLE THING OUTSIDE AND ALL. Britt just eat the inside soybeans, not the shell. No wonder I was having troubles chewing. I thought it was a pea at first. I have a feeling I will be wrong a lot.

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