When I was in New York the easiest way to fix dinner was to order a Chinese or pizza delivery. The Chinese was delivered in small paper bucket. There was some amount of oil in the bottom of the bucket. The amount of oil is pretty excessive. I felt so anyway. When I learned Chinese stir fry, the Taiwanese friend used so much oil. She had 5-gallon square canned oil.
I had a rule to order a Orange Flavored Chicken and Shrimp Romen because I was told that those two were rather easy for Japanese to eat by the former Japanese resident. It is not that we loved them but that we didn’t have alternatives.
After coming back to Japan I sometimes feel like eating them. It is easy to cook Orange Flavored Chicken. But I can’t reproduce the Shrimp Romen. It has become a food of nostalgy.
I saw zucchini for the first time those days. I found it strange. It looked like a Japanese cucumber but the taste was so different, something like premature pumpkin. I looked for a cucumber to my senses because cucumbers were very big in the US. I didn’t like zucchinis when I was in NY; however, every time I saw one, I bought it after coming back to Japan.
I sometimes have chances to talk to Mormon missionaries.
I saw two boys who loved ramen very much last year. Even they had their favorite ramen shop. They have to be transferred from one place to another in a short cycle during their 2-year term. I imagine they had large number of their favorite shops all over the Japan.
I ate tendon with girl missionary in Asakusa over 20years ago. I wonder if she sometimes recalls the Tendon.
Their terms are 2years for boys and 1.5years for girls and they are 19 years old and 21yearas old respectively. They have to live on a limited amount of money while they were in Japan, I heard. So I am sure they remember the taste of food very well.