Apple Pie Wontons
Yay Oshima. To celebrate Thanksgiving Day, they wanted to make some food. They settled on apple pie and pumpkin pie - both of which are amazing when done properly. I had my mom email her recipe a while back and, armed with it, I headed to school. Guess what? We merely heated up some frozen products, and there wasn’t a single pie anywhere to be seen. Clearly, there are some issues with cross cultural definitions. At the end of the day, it was still yummy. The apple pie wontons were too crispy and didn’t taste much of apple, though they were still pleasant. The pumpkin was my favorite, although in classic San Marco Chocolate Croissant fashion, the melty interior wasted nuclear war on my mouth. After sipping lots of tea (also hot, but less hot than the pumpkin paste), and watching others make the same mistake, I made them go around the table and say something that they were thankful for. I started by saying I was thankful that the old dude who crashed in front of me the other day will be ok. I also said I’m thankful that I am a foreigner with a good job in Japan - all of the NOVA employees were so screwed over. I think between the betrayal and the new stance against foreigners in the body politic, I lucked out to be placed in a good area with a good job. So for that, I’m thankful. (I’m also thankful that I get to visit home so soon! And maybe eat real pie…and other delicious things.) That’s all for today. Happy belated Thanksgiving.
(One week till my novel’s over and I’m failing the JLPT! AAAAAAAAGH!)