Get Used to it
The other night I made a scrumptious helping of sauteed pork, salad, and egg all over white rice. I sat down to eat it, congratulating myself on my feat. When I dove in to my second helping, it occurred to me that without even thinking about it I'd cracked open a raw egg on the top.
Three years ago I'd have approached such an idea with trepidation if not downright horror. Now I'm apparently so used to it I can do it without even realizing it might seem distastefully strange to others from back home. It's amazing what a little time in another country will do for your sense of what is foreign.
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I used to be rather fond of cracking an egg and separating out the yolk and putting it on top of a bowl of rice with a little soy sauce for breakfast.
Not one of those habits I'll be able to take home, I'm afraid. :(
Posted by: Ibadairon | July 10, 2007 11:32 AM
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precisely sums up why I keep telling my 3 year old she has to travel when she grows up. I don't want her to have a fear of--or even a sense of--"foreignness".
Posted by: Ian | July 23, 2007 8:19 AM