Since Mister Donut wasn't around until the following year, folks back then had to settle for deep-fried bread, instead.
I hope whoever came up with that idea didn't get a prize.
I'm not much of a fan of donuts, especially Mister Donut donuts (which I found to be absolutely terrible after finally having my first taste four years after I arrived in Japan!), but I'd much rather have donuts than fried bread.
I usually give away my entire three-piece portion, but today I decided to indulge in one of the pieces, for old times' sake.
The verdict: I had forgotten how flavorless fried bread was. At least I didn't have the feeling that the wannabe donut was going to make me sick.
Needless to say, it was easy to find takers for the other two pieces.
Obviously, the Lunch Lady equated the fried bread with rice, so besides the "side dish" we also got a main course, mistakenly (and humorously) called "porkbeans."
I'm not that interested in eating pork, and I'm certainly not interested in eating beans (Gas, anyone?), so I grabbed the bowl that had the most potatoes. At least those were good.
I could have had dessert, too, which was "milk pudding," but I passed on that as well, since I figured I would be eating mostly chemicals, rather than anything meaningful.
(Fried) bread and potatoes. Sure makes for a nice meal, eh?
Today, for once, I probably would have been happy to see my friends, Mr. and Mrs. Cucumber.
Total points: 3
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