A post calculated to exasperate vegetarians.

I’ve been eating like, mostly fruit this week. It’s hot, and I don’t feel like cooking, and my last couple weeks in Shibata my diet got really bad, so I ended up with a vitamin C deficiency or something. So I keep just buying bananas and nectarines and apples and saying, “I’ll have these for breakfast,” and then eating them every single meal. This probably is not very healthy?

Mo has been skipping meals because it’s hot, and because her sister is exerting Peer Pressure on the health benefits of fasting. (Bad sister.) So, today I convinced her to go with me to Ryogoku - aka, Where The Sumo Wrestlers Are - and have chanko nabe - aka, What The Sumo Wrestlers Eat. It’s basically stew made with a bunch of different types of meat, with the aim of providing lots of protein. We got one of the more pedestrian varieties that only had five protein sources: chicken, chicken liver, beef, deep-fried tofu, and something called kinkan.

The kinkan were two little yellow things that looked kind of like egg yolks. Mo looked at them dubiously and asked the waiter what they are. “They’re from chicken,” he said, and then he launched into a very clinical description I was unable to follow.

“Oh!” said Mo, looking concerned.

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