Right before my last Japanese midterm, our sensei (Japanese for teacher, and often used as a suffix kind of for addressing teachers/doctors/"masters" - I use it so often for my teachers that it's pretty much become a habit for me to think of teachers as blahblahblah-sensei rather than Mr./Mrs. Blahblahblah ) introduced this show to us called Shinya Shokudo (roughly translated as midnight canteen/eaterie).
Talk about cruel and unusual punishment man. "Hey students, your midterm is like, in a couple days BUT HERE'S THIS SUPER INTERESTING DRAMA ABOUT FOOD good luck studying lololol."
Obviously, since I haven't failed yet (or watched the entire series yet) I still have some modicum of self control... but tonight since we have a long weekend, I figured it would be perfectly alright to practice some Japanese listening and play an episode (or two...).
The episode I was watching today was episode five: Butter Rice. Oh man. Butter rice. Totally like... my thing.
Butter rice has forever held a special place in my heart. There's something that's so nostalgic about it (or, as they'd say in Japanese, natsukashii) that keeps me coming back despite the oh my god this is unhealthy kind of feeling. But I mean really, how unhealthy is it when you consider the fact that a lot of other sauces that you'd put on it anyways probably aren't that much more nutritious than butter.
I like salt on my butter rice, rather than soy sauce. :) My grandpa used to eat it that way (my dad too) and one of my special skills is picking up the really probably not healthy but rather simple dishes from my grandfathers. Butter rice was one of them (oatmeal, salt, and butter is another one I think, and mizithera pasta from the Old Spaghetti Factory I picked up from my other grandpa).
Butter rice is also ridiculously easy to make. It's a good go to food for leftover rice when you're like, "crap, I have all this leftover rice but I need to use it up somehow but I'm pressed for time so I don't want to cook anything-slash-I just plain don't want to cook anything HEEYYYY butter salt and rice.
Pretty sure I'm going to die of a heart attack. Or clogged arteries. Or high blood pressure. One of those.
This week, the freshmen from the seminar I'm TAing asked if I could talk about Japanese food. I was shocked. They asked if I could talk, on a day that they didn't have class. A good number of students showed up too. ...I kinda got too excited by all the random random stuff you can talk about with food though, so I'm a little worried I was a bit too unorganized. Oh well. Hopefully it was interesting. Seriously though, I could talk about that stuff for hours and hours and hours and hours....
That reminds me though. I have Japanese homework due this weekend. I suppose I should go do that and stop thinking about food hahaha.
