1027 An island somewhere in the pacific
(I
sound so mysterious and cool when I say it like that)
Fun Food Fact:
Lets talk bread! They actually eat quite
a bit of it! You cannot find any bread that isn't white and it normally has
tons of butter goodness too it. To them bread is not really the most healthy of
choices and the reason is that it probably isn't. The most pieces of bread you
can buy in a bag is 8 and you can get the same size loaf in 6 or 4 piece slices (the
4 piece slices are about an inch thick and make awesome French toast). The whole
loaf is about a 5x5x6 inch cube. There are no heels on any bread because they don't
like them. The heels are called "mimi" which means ears! hahah and you can
buy a bag of just the mimis for a dollar and you get more bread and a third the
price so I do that for lunch sometimes. It's really good bread!
Culture Point
Tobishoku. It's the name of construction
workers! They always have these pants. I want you to Google them.
They look like genie pants and are huge and poofy in the middle and tight at
the ankle and the waist. They tie rags around there head if it is hot or
rainy and probably when it is cold. I will keep you posted!
Spiritual Thought:
Pride. I read 4th Nephi again today. The
people start out at the tippy top. The happiest a people can be and they fall as
far as you can all because of pride. Pride is selfishness and their isn't a sin
that's roots aren't selfishness. Sin always in the end leads to sadness. My
biggest weakness is pride and so God sent me to learn Japanese. ;-) I think the
key to overcoming pride is to thank God in your prayers for the good parts of other
people. You start to see your own lacking and at the same time love the people
around you more. At least it worked for me!
Funny Story:
So moma bear sent me a ton of recipes
to make. Things that were delicious and kinda simple...ish. She sent me
her recipe for biscuits! She has the best biscuits and gravy so I love biscuits and gravy. My
companion is literally a chef (he went to college for it) and so he cooks a lot. This is a pic of he and I:
I could kind of tell he was feeling like the little red hen so I said I will switch him and he will do the dishes and I will cook for the apartment! He kind of smirked and said it sounded awesome! So I asked what he wanted to eat (expecting kare or stir-fry of some kind) but he said American! So I puffed out my chest and kind of shrugged and said "piece of cake" (that was a joke). I snuck to my little recipes stash in the back of my photo album and found the biscuits and gravy. I had saved up and bought some butter for just an occasion such as this and the rest of the ingredients my mom had hooked me up with or I had so I went to work! I really wish you all could see how cute our oven is! So I mix it all together after a bunch of conversions and sum substitutions of the last bit of butter for some margarine I found. It looks straight up like a mix between pancake batter and throw-up. Suuuupperrr runny, like I kind of remembered my moms biscuits almost on the dryer side of the dough world. But I dumped it out on a clean handkerchief (the towels were all too furry or big) and it just slides and soups everywhere! But I act totally confident! All the Japanese are yelling things "sagoi" "hontoni americajinpoi!" all these great compliments about how they never knew I was so smart! So I got this goop approximately 1 inch think like the "destrutions" say and I get my floured cup to cut them and I know there is no hope... so I totally act like its natural and use the cup to scoop approximately the right amount off the handkerchief onto the "cookie sheet" (in Japan it really is a cookie sheet because there is just enough room for one cookie -it actually isn't that bad. I think I got about 10 splats on each sheet). So I put them in the oven (200 degrees Celsius if anyone cares) and then the next step: I deal with religion and the things of God everyday and I have had some amazingly spiritual experiences and this was one of them... I was representing America! I was representing my manliness of being able to feed my self! I was representing my moms cooking! I made the gravy (it was awesome I am pro at making gravy) and then the timer went off...
They were about at good look looking as
their maker but they tasted awesome!!! I think the problem was I kind of
guesstimated the last bit of the "easy to spread" (and therefore easy to melt
and make your dough look like pancake batter) margarine and I put too much. But
it made them more buttery! God loves me and now my apartment thinks I am an
American chef. Life is way good people.
Love each other for me!
Law Choro
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