… with my aunt’s family. :( At least it was a memorable one—for them, at least!
We went to Kobe Japanese Steak and Seafood House for dinner yesterday, one of those places where they cook the food right in front of you with fancy tapping and flipping. Oh, and huge fires. I was almost afraid to whip my camera out in fear that it would get burned or something! But when I saw my cousin begin to record the procedure with his digital, I couldn’t resist…
I split a hibachi scallop dish with my sister. It came with soup, salad, stir-fried vegetables, and steamed/fried rice. We agreed on steamed, but it was still fun to watch the cook flip the fried rice around. :]
I was expecting miso soup, but this turned out to be ramen noodle soup (as in, the stuff that comes in the instant noodle bowls) flecked with mushroom slices. This was the first time in a looong time that I’ve had instant noodle soup, so it was a pleasant-ish surprise. ;)
The salad had a peanut dressing that wasn’t very Japanese, but was pretty darn tasty. Otherwise, it was quite uneventful—my share consisted entirely of iceberg lettuce swimming in watery peanut sauce at the b0ttom of the bowl. Oh, the sacrifices an older sibling must make…
I ordered a hot tea, which turned out to be genmaicha, my favorite type of green tea. The toasted brown rice adds such wonderful depth of flavor to the plain green tea.
My veggie portion was pretty lame after I split it with my sister… and perhaps munched on a few pieces before the camera. ^_^;
This isn’t the most appetizing picture, but it’s the only one I took of the scallops. :/ I actually ended up getting a piece of shrimp as well :D Lucky lucky~ x) These were, again, amazing scallops—really juicy and tender, and of course, extremely aromatic. *drool* Maybe I really don’t hate scallops after all! <3
I loved that the steamed rice was actually a wee bit sticky instead of the hardened, loose stuff they serve at Chinese-American places. It smelled really good, too—I adore the smell of fresh rice. :) (Yes, I’m a weirdo who sniffs rice.) Also on my plate are random fried noodles that I honestly have no idea where they come from/who ordered them… Lucky again? They were pretty greasy and not too different from your average fried noodles.
Perhaps the weirdest part of dinner was watching the cook carve off pieces of shortening from a giant ball of the stuff. I’m sad that I didn’t take a picture of it—at first I seriously had no idea what it was. My cousin had suggested they were mashed potatoes. o__o
For some reason, I honestly was not very hungry tonight. I just could not finish my rice and mustered only about half of the noodles before I felt bloated. Now, seeing as that I only had half an entrée in the first place, I did not eat very much. My family began to voice their concerns, and I tried to tell them that I was honestly full, but the more I talked, the more it sounded like I was lying. Begin freak-out on the inside. What do I do? How do I tell them that I’m truly full? How do I make them believe me? etc.
Pft. And to think that my disordered voice thought that they thought I was a fatty for finishing my food the other night—what a load of BS. My sole question today is: What would you do in this situation?