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asian turkey Sunday November 21

i had to title this entry "asian turkey". had to, had to. just reading the phrase makes me laugh. drag out all your cultural stereotypes of cone-hats in rice paddies, small eyes, and so on, and slap it on a butterball. tell me you're not going to laugh.

on to the story.

a few weeks ago richard and i were talking in japanese class about thanksgiving dinner. he lives with his girlfriend, hiromi, and she does all the cooking. all the time. and is tired of doing all the cooking. all the time. so she told richard that it was his responsibility to cook thanksgiving dinner for their friends, given that she doesn't know anything about "american" thanksgiving anyway.

i immediately offered richard help, for two reasons: it sounded like he needed the help, and it would be fun. wait, three reasons: then i'd get food, too.

fast-forward to today, when richard informed me at three that i was welcome for dinner at six. i asked if i should bring anything, to which he said no, and so i arrived empty-handed at six-fifteen (the bus schedule didn't line up) to find richard and hiromi standing in the kitchen staring at a raw turkey on an oven rack, trying to figure out how to cook it.

i was so hungry, so this wasn't the best thing to see. but we shoved it in and got started on mario kart and jenga. i also got started on ritz crackers and pringles, so all was well in the stomach department.

three hours later, we have a real beauty. and asian beauty?

i should stop.