Wednesday, August 20, 2008, 09:47 AM - Life
Posted by Buddy of DoQ
So, I sit here today, extremely busy with start of year operations. Moving computers, fixing projectors, doubling up on allergy pills, and munching on some leftover doughnuts from yesterday’s staff meeting.
Then I reflect back to March, when we (Pepper, Cody, and I) spring-breaked in Tokyo, Japan. I don’t really need to be reflecting right now, I’m very busy, you see. But there it is, persisting, festering in my brain. As I eat my day old doughnut, I think about how normal it tastes. It’s almost not quite bland. It does have the familiar easy-going milk chocolate that I love oh so much, and the glaze is sweet, but hardly overwhelming. There isn’t anything notable about this doughnut. I will not call across continents and oceans to report on its flavor. (Granted, that detail is a purely situational anomaly.)
As I scarf down my doughnut, I think about the many sweets I enjoy. Yankee Doodles, imported to Texas from my loving aunt in New York, Little Debbie’s, Cookies ‘N Cream ice cream, heck, even the typical Cheeto crosses my mind. Each one gets cross-referenced with a similar treat I enjoyed in Japan. Then I start to recall the taste… I once ate a regular looking doughnut that was so chocolaty and sweet, that I reported it back home that day. The day before I ate a stack of Denny’s pancakes sweet enough to be called a desert. (Oh yes they have Denny’s in Japan, one day I’ll blog about the bell system, you’ll learn to really hate typical American restaurant service once I do!) About the only meals not saturated with sweets were from traditional shops, such as the tempura and noodle houses.
Even the chips, which were indeed salty, still had a powerful sweetener. They were familiar in many ways, but quite unique. I even recall making a remark about it when chowing down on some Japanese Cheeto equivalents from the 100yen shop. At the time I was too awe-shocked with adventure to dwell on the fact that my taste buds were bombarded with so much sweet stuff. Then, with the ruckus of homecoming and such, I had forgotten. But now, like a cold slap on a hot date, I suddenly want to know. Why?
Thus begins my quest. I type this up without a shred of googling, research, or any real knowledge, only the question. I now embark, to seek out why everything is sweeter across the pacific, and with each discovery I will update my blog. It may take a few hours, it may take a few years, but my hunger for knowledge must be fed! Shared!