The other day, when me and my brother were holding down the fort, I was doing some shopping for the next day’s lunch…and saw a dish at the supermarket that looked pretty good. The contents looked familiar, connyaku, carrots, potato, scallions, and chicken in a stew-y sauce. I couldn’t really understand the label but bought it anyways because it looked like a typical type of dish that I really enjoy. It tasted pretty good too. The next day my parents came home, and I forgot about the little container in the fridge.
A while later, my mom came up to me and said, “Do you know what that little plastic container of food you had for lunch was?” I replied that I didn’t and she said, “Well the meat in it was chicken intestine….”
My reply was a breezy, “Oh, so that’s why it was so chewy.”
Japan makes you so jaded to weird food.