Perhaps it was a knee-jerk reaction to the trauma of the oyakodon meal, but last night I went to the opposite extreme and made meatballs, mashed potatoes, and broccoli for dinner. Bear inhaled it. Beaver ate it all as long as it was covered in ketchup. (He even wanted to dip his broccoli, but I managed to stop him.)
Fine. Maybe I have steeped them in American cuisine.
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U-S-A! U-S-A! U-S-A!
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