Sometime last year, Lindsay (mostly Lindsay) and I (very little effort on my part) started planning a dinner with our teachers. She and I both happen to have English teachers who are part of the married couple, the Yamaguchis. She works with Mrs. and I work with Mr. We often discuss the differences between the two because they have very different personalities and work styles.
Finally we were able to nail down a date that worked for everyone, including John and Mayaka who teach with the Yamaguchis’ friends (whose last name I have unfortunately forgotten). We all cooked something to bring. I went with my old standby of chocolate cookie dough truffles and I decided to bring some cauliflower rice as well. I knew they would both be very different for the Japanese people attending the dinner, so bringing them was kind of a risk, but I figured it would not hurt to try.
Lindsay picked me up and we drove to Nobeoka where the Yamaguchi’s live. They have a beautiful fairly new house on a nearly impossible to find road. Eventually, though, we figured it out.
Dinner was great. Mr. Yamaguchi is an expert fish-cutter and chef. He and I have a running joke because he claims that cutting fish counts as a hobby, separate from fishing. I disagree. Regardless of how one classifies it, the fish were beautifully cut and delicious. The conversation was mostly in English and involved a lot of laughing. We played a bit with the kids and eventually called it a night around 10pm (because some people had to work the next day, but Mr. Yamaguchi and I did not).
Almost as soon as we got to the car, Lindsay said, “You can sleep on the way back.” My early bedtime is infamous, but I had done a very good job of staying awake. Normally by 9:30 my eyes get all squinty as I struggle to keep them open. (I do want to defend this, though. I wake up around 5 most days, with or without my alarm, so it makes sense that I start getting tired so early.) After stopping for gas on the way back, we were back in Hyuga around 11.