Last night I was home alone with the kids - meaning my daughters and students. That also meant that all of us menfolk were on our own as far as dinner went.
Ryo came home first and made his dinner. I can't say how he did it, but he managed to make my house smell like a Japanese restaurant. I just don't get it. We have only American ingredients. We didn't purchase any new types of food for the students, but somehow, he was able to cook up a very large batch of ramen that made my house smell like downtown Tokyo. How did he do that? How did he take your average American home, with your average American foods, and make it smell like your average Japanese bistro? I casually walked by his bowl and glanced over to see its contents. Nothing special, just a lot of noodles, broth, some veggies, and sliced hotdogs (Annie loves that last ingredient - yummy).
I am utterly dumbfounded. When Annie came home several hours later, she commented on it, too. It is a mystery. A dark, foreboding mystery.
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My boyfriend is African, and he does the exact same thing (african way)with my canadian kitchen and ingredients. And when he lists what he used to achieve the smell, I still can't get what the difference is with my own cooking. It still marvels me.
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