Okay… okay… rice, okay…
hmm… salmon!
“It’s
good!” I say, genuinely surprised to find salmon in my mouth.
Just the right
amount of salt, wow, this is really good!
When
choosing to eat this rice-salmon-seaweed-ball, much like any other item I’ve eaten so far in Japan,
only one factor came into play—does it say anything in English? If I answered “no”,
into my mouth it went.
Meals
are enormously exciting when you have no idea what you’re putting in your mouth.
Every facet of flavor is a surprise, and I find myself sincerely enjoying
things I might have otherwise overlooked because they were “obvious” (i.e. when
what I thought were two pieces of bread with jam in the middle turns out to be a
piece of cake, the mere fact that it’s sweet is as much of a delight as the,
say, strawberry frosting inside.) Is this what it’s like to eat when you’re a
baby?
I
sincerely encourage you to blindfold yourself and get someone to feed you
something. Only if you trust them though, I would never wish Fear Factor on you.
Some finds:
The aforementioned rice-salmon-seaweed-ball
Street vendor food: Deep fried octopus and egg yolk with a sweet sauce and fish-flavored shavings on top
Green Tea, but with a strong taste of toasted lentils
A block of sweet red bean paste, with a consistency halfway between butter and jelly
Carbonated drink, no idea what flavor. Tastes like a combination of ginger ale and lime soda
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