All the sororities on Butler campus have chefs. Our chefs at my house at Wayne and D. Me and D have a love/hate relationship although if he saw this post he would say there is no love because that’s awkward because he’s our chef. Instead I am going to say a like/hate relationship.
It all started when I decided to give D a little grief about his Asian cuisine skills. Being raised on homemade Asian food my whole life I’m used to my mom’s authentic Asian food. Sometimes I can be a real pain in the butt when it comes to eating others Asian food who are not Asian. The things I am especially picky about are rice and any Japanese food. Chinese food and Korean food I don’t really judge on because I am not a good judge at all!
I’m sure D hates me when I do this. It’s not that his food isn’t amazing because it really is good! Everyone else doesn’t complain, but I just give my little critiques here and there. My mom thinks it’s funny, and she’s starting to realize just how Japanese in food she raised me. I think I am becoming more picky than my mom. There are some foods that I like that not even native Japanese like. For example, I love natto. Natto is fermented soy beans that you eat with rice. It looks disgusting but to me tastes amazing, to other Japanese not so much.
Also my mom recently has started to buy instant miso soup. My mom thinks it tastes really good for instant miso soup. I cannot do instant miso soup. I know that may sound like I am super high needs, but miso soup is only good when homemade. I literally think I could eat miso paste, just kidding I have before… That also is probably disgusting for some.
The point is that I miss authentic Asian food.