The Story of My American Husband's Exceptional Dinner

I am married to an American and live in the United States.

This is a story from one evening.

Since I handle the drop-offs and pick-ups for the children's extracurricular activities, my husband ended up making dinner.

My husband and I divide our evening operations. In other words, either driving the kids to their activities or preparing dinner. My husband works remotely from home, so he is relatively flexible with his time.

That said, I know he focuses on productivity and efficiency so he doesn't have to work overtime after dinner. Therefore, even when my husband makes dinner, I try to handle everything up to planning the menu and going grocery shopping if necessary to get the ingredients.

However, that day, there was no meat or fish in the fridge, I hadn't thought of a menu, and I left the house having dumped everything on my husband. To be honest, days like that are not rare. Sorry.

Even so, my husband properly makes dinner with the ingredients in the fridge. I have immense trust in my husband's tolerance and his cooking ability. Because of that, I rely on him too much. I admit that.

But that's not what I want to talk about today.

After the extracurricular class ended, I had this conversation with the children in the car on the way home.

It's really nice to have someone waiting at home with dinner ready when we get back.

For the children, whether I make it or my husband makes it, someone is always cooking dinner when they get home, so they must not really grasp how grateful I am.

When we arrived home, my husband was finishing up the dinner preparations.

What are you making?

I walked into the kitchen and peeked into the pot. Then I looked at the counter. When I combined those things in my head, I realized what my husband was making. And I gasped.

In the pot, udon noodles were boiled,
in another pot, there were soft-boiled eggs,
in a small bowl, there were carefully chopped green onions,
and for toppings, there were fried onions.

To my surprise, my husband had recreated Hanamaru Udon's On-tama Bukkake (udon with a soft-boiled egg).

......No way.

I didn't give him the idea, and I didn't request it. Yet, he came up with such a Japanese menu on his own and actually made it?

Even though he is my husband, I don't know any other American who could pull this off so effortlessly.

He loves Japanese food. However, he says no thank you to simmered dishes, calling them "food for people without teeth," but he is generally fine with everything else.

When I was growing shiso in the garden before, he was the one who commented, "This would be good as tempura." He really understands the Japanese spirit.

If my husband starts serving udon with a soft-boiled egg and grated ginger, I plan to write a letter to the Japanese government asking them to grant my husband Japanese citizenship.

Thank you for reading this far.

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