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I regret to inform that the recycle shop, “2nd Street” is better than “Hard Off.” It’s cheaper, larger, and higher quality. Too bad!
I’ve been doing a lot of cooking lately and have been largely successful with my meals, but I tried making banana cake in my rice cooker and failed miserably. I have a theory that people in Japan don’t usually make their own desserts. They don’t eat them much, western desserts are popular but they require an oven, and there are dessert shops everywhere. This means supplies, even simple things like shortening and chocolate chips, comes in very small portions and they’re very expensive and somewhat hard to find. Even flour isn’t easy, though there are hotcake mixes and tempura mixes which very well might be the same thing but I don’t want to risk it. I want with the bag that said “flour” in katakana. This made my grocery bill even more embarrassing because I bought enough to make several cakes for this weekend. I like to buy a lot while grocery shopping, considering that I hate grocery shopping and like my food to last two weeks. This is difficult in Japan because I’m not so keen on prepackaged foods that last. Also, kitchen storage is small and even the carts in the Co-op are nothing more than hand baskets you can put on wheels. I always overflow it lol God pity the check-out lady.
I always worry the other patrons will judge me, like as a foreigner I eat so much more than they do, but I feel better realizing that they don’t know I live by myself. For all they know I feed a family every week.
Now that I’m not sick, I’ve started running again. It feels good!
I was sitting at work on Monday when I felt my first earthquake. It was weird, like sitting in a big truck as it starts up, but then you realize you’re in a building and your brain tells you this kind of movement isn’t possible. It was very small, but a long one. Enough to make me say, “huh, that was a quake.” But not to really be scared.
In other news, I think I hit paydirt. Going through old things in The Pred’s mess she left here in the women’s locker room I found a plastic sword that I will use for my Halloween costume. FTW!
In OMGFail news, I was walking nervously with a full mug of soup across the teacher’s room back to my desk when I started to spill. Being horribly embarrassed I tried to catch it in my hand and ended up burning myself hardcore. T3H suck, insult to injury. In other burn news, apparently when I dried this shirt by the heater I burned the sleeve. It was a cheap thrift store shirt, but it fit well, I liked the material, and it went with everything. Now I have to wear a sweater over it because the sleeve looks golden delicious.
I’ve been doing a lot of cooking lately and have been largely successful with my meals, but I tried making banana cake in my rice cooker and failed miserably. I have a theory that people in Japan don’t usually make their own desserts. They don’t eat them much, western desserts are popular but they require an oven, and there are dessert shops everywhere. This means supplies, even simple things like shortening and chocolate chips, comes in very small portions and they’re very expensive and somewhat hard to find. Even flour isn’t easy, though there are hotcake mixes and tempura mixes which very well might be the same thing but I don’t want to risk it. I want with the bag that said “flour” in katakana. This made my grocery bill even more embarrassing because I bought enough to make several cakes for this weekend. I like to buy a lot while grocery shopping, considering that I hate grocery shopping and like my food to last two weeks. This is difficult in Japan because I’m not so keen on prepackaged foods that last. Also, kitchen storage is small and even the carts in the Co-op are nothing more than hand baskets you can put on wheels. I always overflow it lol God pity the check-out lady.
I always worry the other patrons will judge me, like as a foreigner I eat so much more than they do, but I feel better realizing that they don’t know I live by myself. For all they know I feed a family every week.
Now that I’m not sick, I’ve started running again. It feels good!
I was sitting at work on Monday when I felt my first earthquake. It was weird, like sitting in a big truck as it starts up, but then you realize you’re in a building and your brain tells you this kind of movement isn’t possible. It was very small, but a long one. Enough to make me say, “huh, that was a quake.” But not to really be scared.
In other news, I think I hit paydirt. Going through old things in The Pred’s mess she left here in the women’s locker room I found a plastic sword that I will use for my Halloween costume. FTW!
In OMGFail news, I was walking nervously with a full mug of soup across the teacher’s room back to my desk when I started to spill. Being horribly embarrassed I tried to catch it in my hand and ended up burning myself hardcore. T3H suck, insult to injury. In other burn news, apparently when I dried this shirt by the heater I burned the sleeve. It was a cheap thrift store shirt, but it fit well, I liked the material, and it went with everything. Now I have to wear a sweater over it because the sleeve looks golden delicious.
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