Today marks the end of my cooking classes. I have had 24 months to complete 24 cooking classes and I am very thankful for the experience! I just wanted to highlight some interesting aspects here now. Also, it is very special to sense God's gracious hand on even something as simple as these cooking classes...for one, the timing is intersting. My 24 month window to complete these classes, "happens" to end this month, when we are gearing up to welcome a new member to our family!
Other interesting tidbits...
1) I had to learn to peel kiwi skin off with a giant knife! In the cooking class, we did ALL the cutting with one knife, that looks like a chef's knife. At the beginning, I was tempted to bring a pairing knife with me (thinking, "There IS an easier way to cut small things,) but instead I decided to just "do as the Romans do" and pray earnestly that I wouldn't cut myself. Occasionally, my teacher would surprise me with an offer to use a peeler - I guess they kept it as a back-up for people like me who look a little dangerous wielding a chef's knife :-) God was faithful and no one was hurt!
2) With my teachers' guidance, I handled whole fish twice as well as a whole squid and a whole octopus! (Fortunately, they were already dead by the time I arrived at class.)
3) With the help of many pictures and diagrams, I have some fun recipes with Japanese and Asian flair that I can make at home. I've learned some new ingredients too :-)
4) I learned an easy and fast way to dice an onion - it's soooo helpful!
5) Surprise Social Learnings:
a) It seems that it takes many interactions and time to start friendships with some people.
One hope I had in signing up for these classes was to befriend "real Japanese ladies" who are just doing their normal life and not seeking a foreign friend or an English language partner. I wanted to branch out from my international and church circles. Well, I had some friendly interactions with other students during many of the classes. Each class had the chance to have a different mix of students and teachers, in addition to the variable menus, so I rarely recall meeting up with the same students.
Anyway, once I was able to exchange cell phone numbers with a newlywed bride whose husband was a businessman. She had moved to Kobe from out-of-town and explained that she really wasn't meeting people in her neighborhood and had no one to really hang-out with during her husband's long working hours. I was so excited to schedule tea with her! We met for a good hour-and-a half or more and I thought things went pretty well. We talked back-and-forth, I felt like I followed what she was saying and it was friendly. Then, it came time to part ways and she said something like, "Maybe we can meet again sometime...like in a couple months." (I understood it to be the Japanese equivalent of "Don't call me. I'll call you." or "Even though I have no other lady friends, I'd rather not have you either.") Yes, it hurt my pride and was disappointing, but I can't blame her. Not everyone "hit's it off" with everyone. That's not her fault, it's just human nature.
b) Some classes I really felt the loneliness of being "the outsider."
Whether it was nervousness on others' part or something else...sometimes I just couldn't break the ice with ladies. Once, after the meal was prepared and we sat down to eat together, one of the ladies asked me a couple questions. "Where are you from? How long have you been here?" I answered and tried to make conversation asking, "Are you ladies from Kobe?" The one who had asked me questions was the only one to reply and she simply said, "Yes." They asked me my age and seemed cold when I replied that I was 36. Anyway, the whole time eating lunch was only about 10 minutes, but it was a long, cold 10 minutes.
It helped me understand a little bit the longing to fit in that we all have, and which is especially acute here in a society that really, really stresses conformity as the foundation for "societal peace." Sometimes I want to chide Japanese Christians to "Have courage! Don't be afraid to be different! 'Stand up! Stand up for Jesus!'" as the song goes. For the first time I got a tiny glimpse into how hard it is to do that! I have grown up in a wonderful family that totally encouraged me and loved on me...I have a fabulous husband who delights in me, just as I am...I have amazing friends who cheer me on and pray for me....I know my Creator, Who has declared me righteous in Christ....how much more "secure" can I be?! And yet, I felt the "heat" (or the cold, as it was) of being on the fringe for 10 minutes!!
6) Japanese language - success...and misses!
a) In June I had a big miss, due to not reading the recipe. I squeezed all the slices of a lemon, rather than reserving half of them for the garnish, per the Japanese instructions. The teacher was gracious though, and found another half of a lemon for me to cut as the garnish.
b) A couple times the menu I thought I signed-up for, was different from what we were actually making! (Again, a reading MISS!) Those of you who have eaten here with me/us in Kobe, have also experienced a couple of those with us..."Adventures in eating with the Kohl's!"
c) At first, I could barely read the screen for checking-in and signing up for my next classes. However, I learned how to do this. It sure helped that numbers look the same for times, dates, and the recipes were labeled with our alphabet letters A, B, C, etc.!
d) Eventually (more than a year into things), I realized that the Teacher's names were also on the computer when I signed-up. I had suspected as much, but didn't always get a look at my favorite teacher's names (or I couldn't really read them well enough to remember the look once I got to the sign-up computer.) Anyway, this leads me to my last "story," and I'm so glad I learned to read the teacher's names!
7) Somehow, I found myself with a certain teacher, Ms. N, a few times. The first time I thought she might have been a little cold towards me, but by the second time, I realized, she was just nervous, wondering if I could understand and keep up with the class well enough. I was still doing the "teacher lottery," signing-up by time and A, B or C menus) and through trial and error, realized that other teachers didn't have the smooth style that Ms. N had, so finally, I tried to schedule with her when I could.
For my last class today, I wanted to end with Ms. N. I thought it would be nice to give her a "thank you" note, just to let her know that I enjoyed her style and her classes. (Towards the end, I felt like the cooking school staff stopped being so proactively friendly, once they knew that I repeatedly was refusing to sign-up for another round of classes. They were always polite, but also always seemed to be recruiting - doing surveys and trying to encourage us to sign-up for more, invite friends, etc.)
So, last night, Jonathan suggested that I give Ms. N. my cell phone info in the thank you card, just in case she'd be interested in meeting personally outside the class. I had never had any personal discussion with her, but thought, "What would it hurt?" Today, my 24th class, I had my teacher, Ms. N. all to myself! It was the first time to have a one-on-one class! We were busy with the menu preparation, but we squeezed in a few personal things....such as where I'm from, that I lived in Nagoya and now Kobe, the fact that she lives near some friends of ours, and that she has a son in first grade.
Then, towards the end, she helped me wash some of the dishes (really gracious for the teacher to do this!) She asked me how old I was. I said, "I'm becoming 37," (as I'm closer to 37 than 36.) She said excitedly, "Me too! Although, I will be 38 this year."
Well, I know that in typical American culture, it's rude to ask a woman her age. However, it is not at all the case here in Japan. Age is a VERY common question upon first meeting someone, so thankfully, I don't mind at all. I think one big reason for this age question is that Japanese culture is hierarchical, which means that AGE matters! Age is a huge factor that helps a person know how to speak to others, with the older person "out-ranking" the younger. I get the sense that for us to be the same age is a HUGE RELIEF and freedom for a Japanese person, as they feel we can pretty much "ignore rankings" and relate as equals. Maybe it's similar to finding out a new acquaintance is from your home town...what joy I would have running into another kindred spirit who knows Barry Bagels!
So, I don't know where this will go, but I know our Lord doesn't work in "coincidences" and while my Japanese was lacking, it wasn't the "luck of the draw" that put me with Ms. N. She received my thank you note and already emailed me today. She specifically mentioned that she'd like to talk with me more due to the fact that we are the same age (another fact that I have no control over). So, we will see if we can make a time to get together for tea :-)