Oh man, this translation kicked our butts. But we've finished the edit, and now we just have to go over it one more time to make sure it all sounds okay. I'm so afraid that we'll read it and discover it still needs a lot of work. But that's how we tended to feel about Devil Survivor, and it usually turned out pretty good.
Anyway, today we embarked on food adventures again, and naturally these adventures were brought to us by Tokyo Treat. They sent us these things that are like cheese puffs, only with flavors other than cheese. They're called Kyabetsu-Taro, which basically means "Cabbage Boy," and their mascot is a frog, and neither of these things inspire confidence in us picky eaters. But they are in fact made of corn, and I love cheese puffs, so I figured they couldn't be too bad. The flavor they sent us was "soosu (sauce)", which I think is what Kyoya called the sauce that we put on the yakisoba at the barbecue at Nasu Animal Kingdom. I remembered not hating that sauce, so I was pretty sure I could handle this challenge.
And I could handle it! ...But I didn't really like it. I didn't really hate it, either, at least not at first. It was just unusual in a way that I didn't much care for, but I thought maybe I could adjust to it and acquire the taste, so to speak. But then, when we were almost done with the bag, the thought occurred to me: "Wait, isn't 'sauce' Worcestershire?" I don't know if it is or not, but the point is, one time many years ago, when Mom was making Chex Mix, we made the mistake of reading the ingredients of the Worcestershire sauce. At the time, it had no effect on our opinion of Worcestershire sauce, other than, "Wow, now I'm really glad I don't eat Chex Mix." But now that I was sitting here eating something (I supposed) made with that vile concoction, I went from, "Hmm, I don't care for this, but maybe I could learn to like it," to, "Yeah, I'll be happy if I never have to eat this again." But we had almost finished the bag, so you'll be relieved to know that we soldiered through to the end.
And then! it was time to cleanse our palates, or at least replace the current taste with something more appealing. We still had some Sunkist Fruit Gems, and they have pretty strong flavor, so we went with that. And as I sat there, eating gummies to replace the revolting taste of Worcestershire(?) sauce, another thought occurred to me: "You're eating gummies? You know those are made out of bone, right?" After a pause, I answered myself, "I'm okay with it."
Thus we once again see that taste in food is entirely arbitrary.
And my hands still smell like that sauce.
Today I'm thankful for finishing our edit, getting to try Cabbage Tarou, having gummies to eat afterward, having a delicious Freschetta pizza to look forward to, and also having a bag of Hershey's Miniatures.