In which the Warners are cultural and domestic.

So the other night was date night. And in our infinite coolness, instead of dinner and a movie, we had the first annual Warner International Food and Drink Fest. Which basically means this: we drove to a store called Many Lands, bought a bunch of random food from different countries that we'd never tried before, and then came home and cooked some dishes from different countries. In the interest of sparing your tastebuds some of the excitement ours underwent, let me tell you these things we learned. And there are pictures, because you have not blogged if there are not pictures. Or something like that.

You should always create an ambience when trying new food, so that even if it's disgusting, it looks pretty. We accomplished this with a cheap tablecloth, cheap candlesticks, and DI goblets.

Beef tataki, from Japan, is good. It also looks pretty on a plate. And we got to use daikon, which we did not know how to pronounce, so that made us feel very cultural.

African sweet potatoes and yams sounded good in theory. But the cinnamon threw us both off. To quote Jessie, "It's like eating apple cider". Whatever that means. So we tried to feed them to Madeline for lunch the next day. She also didn't like them and wouldn't eat them. You lose, Africa.

Moving on to our lovely collection of foreign drinks. We had some sort of strawberry/passionfruit drik from Hawaii, which was pretty good, even though Hawaii isn't a foreign country. There is no picture because we drank it in the car to keep from dying of thirst. We also had Guarana, of which there is no picture, because everyone has had Guarana. Then, we tried White Gourd juice from Singapore. I think it was the single most disgusting drink I have ever had in my life. (Except when Jessie made me try matte at a mission reunion, which you can also have the joy of tasting if you grab a hunk of grass out of your yard and boil it.) Anyway, back to the white gourd Juice. To our great surprise, it was like drinking graham crackers. Really disgusting graham cracker juice. We tried to foist the leftovers on Madeline, again, but no dice. Even Madeline knows that graham crackers should not be consumed in liquid form.

We also got a drink that had some weird characters on it we didn't recognize. When we got home, we turned the can around and discovered there was English on it, and it said "Grass Jelly Drink". Needless to say, after the graham cracker juice, we were feeling a little apprehensive. So we left this one for another day. Do you blame us?

We were going to make some May Day Fritters from Finland for dessert, but it turns out that all the other food was too much, so we left those for another day. Instead, we've been snacking on a variety of foreign junk food, of which there are no pictures, because I'm sick of uploading pictures. Also because I didn't take any. We had these Bongo chips from Fiji that taste like Cheetos, some Chocolate cake from Germany that had an interesting taste, and Tim Tams, which taste like creamy Kit Kats. We haven't yet tried the Beng-Beng bar, so I can't report on its edibility.

And thus concludes our report on all the random foreign foods you never knew you wanted to try. It was an exciting adventure, to say the least. But I think we'll be sticking to normal food this week. In the interest of patriotism, of course.