Every day, the idea of 給食 (kyuushoku), or school lunch, always makes me feel a little scared. It could be anything. I hate the feeling of walking into the lunch room to grab my tray of food and discovering something I would rather feed a dog. Some days are fantastic; today we had minestrone soup with two slices of bread (and not white bread too I might add! Brown bread is almost impossible to buy), a simple salad, and a small slice of salmon. I would've been happier without the salmon, but that's a seafood hater for you! Other times I have had...what I can only describe as whitebait piled onto a piece of toast about five times thicker than usual, and covered in cheese. I hate the little fish most. Actually any kind of fish is not exciting for me. I usually do my best to eat it first, then finish it off with my rice and (usually) miso soup. Sometimes a tasteless piece of meat. Once I even had whale...even though it actually tasted okay, if a little dry. There is one Japanese...
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