| Dec172007 | Tempura |
During our last afternoon in Japan, Marlene and I were in one of the basement floors of the huge Daimaru department store in Osaka. We were shopping for food and managed to land in a group of about 10 or so stores that sold so much deep fried food that it would be better suited as a hang out for binge drinking twenty-somethings that still hadn’t developed a sense of shame or caloric guilt.
All throughout the vacation, we’ve been buying food based on curiousity. I don’t know what it is and I don’t know how to ask. I will just pay for it and eat it. This is how Marlene wound up buying a deep friend thing on a stick, roughly the size of a chocolate bar.
She took a bite and bam; onion. The whole bar was solid onion and as my mind tried to wrap itself around this fact, she bravely finished the entire thing. I do not envy whoever sat next to her on the plane.
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