A big part of living abroad is, well, the food. With every place I travel to and live in, I get to experience new foods, and learn how to cook with different ingredients. And of course, it's always nice to still be able to eat the comfort foods that remind you of home. Here's a look at the last two weeks of eating in Japan!
Pancakes with honey and crushed peanuts.
Some type of seaweed appetizer
Tako-Yaki: Doughballs filled with pieces of octopus.
Yaki-Niku: gilled meat
Vietnamese soup with beef and lemon grass
Homemade shrimp and fish burrito. Cooked with the assistance of a Jamaican friend and a Japanese friend.
Homemade ramen with chili and seaweed.
Daikon: a giant radish root vegetable
Curry flavored Cheeto-like snacks
Cookies and creme Pocky!
Fried rice with salmon, seaweed, and daikon.
Fish and veggies
Italian date dinner with a friend.
Kimchi with mushrooms and broccoli
Making homemade spring rolls and gyoza.
Typical breakfast of homemade miso soup
There is a government warning in Japan that informs people that the mushrooms are almost all over the normal level of radiation exposure, and I really want to care... but they just taste soo good here.
Salad: Fish, mushroom, avacado, sesame dressing
And of course.... sushi
Homemade breakfast of bagel with miso paste, cucumber and eggplant
An appetizer type of dish that is made of dressing and tiny little shrimps.
Homemade sauté of eggplant, avocado, mushrooms and almonds
Homemade tomato and basil chicken salad with sesame
This month I’ve been teaching an Under the Sea theme to my preschool class. Every few days we cover a new sea animal and I try to find silly facts for the kids they can understand based on their English level.
This week we started talking about seahorses and one of the things I wanted to teach them was that, “Daddy seahorses have babies.” I explained to them that normally it’s a Mommy that has a baby; that girls are the ones who can be pregnant, not boys. They understand all of these words separately, but to be sure that they understood the concept of pregnant and having a baby, I found a pillow in the classroom and tucked it under my shirt.
I walked back to our circle time on the carpet with my fake pregnant belly and said, “look, it's like this, I’m having a baby!” Immediately, the kids started rushing me and punching my stomach where the “baby” was.
This lesson was meant to teach them about the lives of seahorses, but I walked away from it having learned something about my own life.
Not only is it a good thing that I’m NOT pregnant, but if I was to become while in japan, this is not a job I can ever show up to again.