Some may be offended with this next post. I just give the truth as it comes. So cooking in Japan, as my understanding will have it, is the woman’s job. Because I live alone, I often get the infamous question “Where do you eat?” That’s when I say, “Oh well there are several supermarkets in my area, so I eat at home.” On Cue: Jaws hit the floor. I also favor the blank stare that I often get, (you know, the one reserved for disbelief or crazy people). I wonder if I should just stop cooking and spend life at the local tempura restaurants. Although I guess the looks I get are priceless enough for me to keep cooking.