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Don't Eat!

Osamu was spread out on the living room floor again today. His temperature finally came down to 37.5, which is a huge improvement but still a little more to go.


Eri came to my office in the mid afternoon and said she was gonna head over to McDonald's to get some chicken nuggets because Osamu' been binge-watching the Chicken Run movies and he announced he wants to eat chicken nuggets. He has up to this point shown zero interest in chicken nuggets. Eri was like why of all things would Chicken Run make him suddenly want to eat chicken nuggets. Obviously she hasn't seen the movies. She needs to watch the movies. Chicken Run is so underrated and I love that the boys love it. Plus they've been obsessed with the new Wallace & Gromit movie on Netflix and I am a bad papa because I haven't watched it with them yet.

Last week Eri made a brick of chashu. It's basically roasted pork loin seasoned with soy sauce, sake, mirin, and sugar, giving it a savory-sweet flavor. It's sliced semi-thin and served as a topping for ramen, but it can also be enjoyed on its own or in rice bowls. It's tender, flavorful pork that melts in your mouth... and late one evening last week, after a hard, hard day, I opened the fridge for a midnight snack and spotted that chashu and ate the whole thing. The whole brick. With spicy mustard. And some wine. And I felt like a king. No, an emperor! With no regrets, except I had some stinky burps as I went to bed.

Until the the next day when Eri was like where's all that chashu I made specifically for dinner tonight?

Well I caught a little hell but I gotta say it was worth it.

Today Eri made a new batch of chashu and properly labeled it. 


Some of that sweet pork was on our ramen dinner tonight. Osamu even ate. Finally. He's starting to get his energy back.


Kenzo and I read Charlotte's Web at the dining table tonight since it was just the two of us and we didn't want to disturb Osamu, who was still conked out on the floor. While I read chapter 19, where Charlotte tells Wilbur about her eggs and you get the feeling that an emotional ending to this book is coming, Kenzo's looked a bit befuddled, so I asked him, "What's up man? Are you sad about Charlotte?" And he goes no papa your breath stinks.

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