It's been a busy week, but happily routine. The kids have been in great moods since the Halloween party, even as all three fought a cold this week (with Jack's getting the most serious but thankfully getting better now). Katie -- our Katie -- went to school all by herself Thursday when Liv and Jack stayed home and was SO fine. Yay Katie! The school is very busy getting ready for the BIG performance on Nov. 23 -- the costumes are incredibly elaborate and requiring extra school days for the kids to be fitted and practice. So all three went on Friday, and I took food to Hiromi and baby Fuuka, who got home from the hospital Thursday night.

Fuuka is *so* tiny, the size of Livie after she was born, but as always I had forgotten how small a new baby is. I was amazed at how familiar the conversation was, though. I asked how Himori was and if she is feeling OK... she said she felt great "just two pushes and whoosh, baby!" She is worried about Ayumu, who likes to hold Fuuka but doesn't understand about the wobbly head, and she is tired as the baby has her days and nights mixed up. I have had the same conversation with friends in the U.S. and Canada over the years, all with the awe and excitement and fatigue that I heard in Himori's voice. Some things translate in any language.
Some things don't though. I had tried to make a carrot ginger soup and brought a bunch of cut up fresh fruit for the family, too, remembering how well we were treated after the births of our kids... but I didn't have all the spices I usually use for the soup, or the blender to make it smooth. So, when I gave it to Hiromi, I apologized that it was not as good as I would have liked it to be (closer to mashed up baby food than delicious, flavor-filled soup). But... as John explained earlier to me... when you give food to someone in Japan, you apologize for how terrible it is. When Hiromi brought us soup one of the first weeks here, she said she was a bad cook and was so sorry to be giving us this pathetic soup. It was, of course, delicious. So when I gave this to her, I felt like I had to say "really, really, this is BAD soup! I am giving you disgusting, boring, flavorless soup! It won't kill you, and I remember being so hungry after the birth of my kids so I figure it's better than nothing, but it is just really not very good." She didn't believe me, but I have to imagine them around the table that night, tasting the soup and thinking "wow, it really IS bad soup!"


Also on Friday, I had to make bento boxes for the kids to take to their costume fitting/practice at school (no hot lunch on Friday). I LOVE these little lunch boxes... they are usually filled with tiny bits of fish, rice balls, veggies, and fruit, and fit together so cleverly (you can see Jack's chopsticks in the lid of his black box).
Jack, Kate and Liv asked for macaroni and cheese in their bento boxes, though. I figured, why not? So you can see in these photos the mac-and-cheese (box number 10 -- we have 14 left for the last 6.5 weeks!), carrots, and the same fruit salad I took to Hiromi. The kids loved it, and loved being able to show their classmates the kind of lunch THEY love best.
One of the things I had wanted to put in the fruit salad but sadly couldn't was what we have been calling "apple-pears" or Asian pears. We have had them in the U.S. and Canada before and have always liked them -- the texture of an apple and the flavor of a pear. But none of the ones we had in North America tasted as delicious as the (bushels? dozens!) we have had here. But they must be coming to the end of the season... first, I noticed I couldn't buy them in a four-pack, then, I couldn't buy them in a two-pack, and now, I can't even buy them one at a time.
We have noticed that the stores seem to stick to seasons far more than stores in Canada and the U.S. do. So when a fruit is out of season, it's gone!

The delicious little apples we had when we first got here gave way to a bigger, different kind of apple, and now we have moved onto a third kind as well. We can still get some kinds of pears and apples, persimmons, and satsumas... but no grapes or apple-pears, and of course, no strawberries or other berries. One of the books I brought with me and finished reading is called
Animal, Vegetable, Miracle by Barbara Kingsolver, which is all about the food we eat and where it comes from and how we get it. It has made me appreciate the little apples and apple-pears even more, I think -- knowing we were eating them when they were in season, locally grown -- and although we miss them, we are discovering the deliciousness of persimmons (which must be a November fruit) and other foods whose time is now.


