"What are you doing, Robin?" "When you've lived in Japan for three years like me, Victoria, you know to never leave the house without sticking a pair of socks in your purse because chances are you'll be taking your shoes off sooner or later."
The first course circled the table on a lazy susan: cold chicken with sauce, some clear brown noodles that might have been seaweed, and each of those little spoons held a couple of cubes of jello that tasted like egg drop soup.
The second course was a ball of chicken floating in a clear broth. Three white cubes in the bottom of the bowl looked like potatoes but were not. The ball of chicken tasted exactly like Gerber's chicken dinner.
The third course was a lot more colorful than this but I had already eaten all the tastier morsels before remembering to take a picture. What's left are a lot of mushrooms, some chestnuts, and squid or cuttlefish (which might be the same thing and I actually ate three or four pieces without making an unpleasant face).
This is a side view of the squid/cuttlefish just to stress how incredibly mature I was at lunch today.
The fourth course was my favorite, perhaps because it was fried and drenched in a sweet and sour sauce. I have no idea what it was. Kim told me but I didn't recognize a single word that came out of her mouth and thought it best not to push for details.
"Psst, Robin! What's in the covered wooden cylinder?"
"Some sort of milky custard with some of those gelatin-covered seeds floating on top."
"Do you suppose this is dessert?"
"Yes, and it is quite delicious."
"Oh."
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