The food.....

One of my worries about going to a foreign country was eating it's food! As a child I was not adventrous when it came to food. My likes and dislikes were strong when it came to anything out of the ordinary. And my parents didn't push me to eat things I didn't care about.

While I managed fine in America and Canada, what would I do in Japan?

Then while working at the mission office in Chicago, my roommate's sister and husband came to visit. On their leave from Japan.

One evening Betty fixed a Japanese meal. It turned out to be sukiyaki, a dish of sliced beef and a medly of vegetables cooked in soy sauce. Served with fluffy, cooked rice. OK, if that was typical Japanese food I knew I could handle it. It was delicious.

But then for dessert she served some little balls of something called bean paste. They weren't either sweet or sour. Something in between. I got some place where I could discreetly spit out what I had in my mouth!

Strangely, now I love that dessert! And also, it has never been a major problem for me to eat Japanese food. God has really helped me. I don't like everything, but then neither do they, and I've never needed to make an issue of food.