I love when it's them, because for the most part, they'll go along with any crazy food idea I have.
Like, they'll actually try it.
Without complaining.
Last night it was Japanese food.
Ugh.
My mouth is already watering just writing about it.
A couple of weeks ago, Sister-in-Law jokingly said that we should get a takoyaki grill.
Instead of going through the expense, I told her we'd do okonomiyaki and thanks to friend, Lisa, I was able to find all the right stuff.
I made the okonomiyaki all wrong - it didn't even look right.
My batter was too thin.
My cabbage was cut too big.
Basically, it was a big, fat, mess.
I am refusing to take any blame because the measurements were all metric - as if any red-blooded American knows how much 120mL of water is.
Plus, the instructions were written in Japanese, and while I speak the language somewhat, I continue to be very nearly illiterate.
But OH-EM-GEE, when I put it the okonomiyaki my mouth, it didn't even matter.
Because it tasted like...home.
And deliciousness.
Like, it was soooooo good, I didn't even care if anyone else tried it, liked it, wanted more.
With that plus the honest-to-goodness homemade yakisoba (which I didn't mess up), I was in heaven.
Even though it wasn't pretty, here's what we ended up with (my profound apologies to all those Hiroshima-ites for wrecking one of their regional cuisines):
Oh, and wait just a second, is that Kyupi mayonnaise? As in, I just walked down to the Japanese grocery store and picked up some mayo? Why yes, yes it is. UGH. I tried to get a picture of the little nakey baby on the front, but my camera wasn't having it.
And the best news? I have leftovers.
Many thanks to those who came to experience this culinary triumph...or whatever it was.
And if you wish to experience more of Japan (and by that, I mean taiko), put this on your calendars.
I'll totally be there.
As if you didn't have enough reasons to go already.
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