iron chef
floating in the water in the middle of nowhere.. and after a whole weird underwater 'scene', i somehow manage to get to a small japanese island that i have to live on for the rest of my life.
they're big on cooking there, you know..
i must learn to cook. well.
luckily there is a man who can teach me. a young japanese man who is skilled in the art of ..cooking.
so we start out simple..2 decorated pitchers of water. one for each of the long tables of judges. and what do i do? i drop one. i cry. but the show must go on, so i carry the large pitchers, one under each arm, one half full with ruined decoration.. the tears are streaming down my face, my throat is holding back the ackward squeaky noises of sadness. i place a pitcher on each of the tables and watch as one gets a score of 80 and the other negative 3. i run off crying.
when i get back to my cooking room, i'm amazed to see my dead grandfather and grandmother there!! but they don't remember who they are.. all i can think to say through my tears is their names.. ll...lucas.... chizue.. chizue CHIZUE!! crying so much harder now. i had to fight to get each word out.
the funny thing is, my grandpa's name is william.
i woke up saying chizue and actually crying. like, tears and all.
it's weird how i wake up in the mood i was dreaming of being in.
they're big on cooking there, you know..
i must learn to cook. well.
luckily there is a man who can teach me. a young japanese man who is skilled in the art of ..cooking.
so we start out simple..2 decorated pitchers of water. one for each of the long tables of judges. and what do i do? i drop one. i cry. but the show must go on, so i carry the large pitchers, one under each arm, one half full with ruined decoration.. the tears are streaming down my face, my throat is holding back the ackward squeaky noises of sadness. i place a pitcher on each of the tables and watch as one gets a score of 80 and the other negative 3. i run off crying.
when i get back to my cooking room, i'm amazed to see my dead grandfather and grandmother there!! but they don't remember who they are.. all i can think to say through my tears is their names.. ll...lucas.... chizue.. chizue CHIZUE!! crying so much harder now. i had to fight to get each word out.
the funny thing is, my grandpa's name is william.
i woke up saying chizue and actually crying. like, tears and all.
it's weird how i wake up in the mood i was dreaming of being in.