I mentioned last week that one of my more unusual Christmas Days was spent in Japan, the particularly unusual part being that for the first time in my life I had to go to work on Christmas Day. It was probably the first day in my new life abroad that I felt a little homesick, thinking of my family gathering back home with their prawns and swimming pools, without me.
Being Christmas, I decided to spoil myself - and challenge myself at the same time. In a long-planned event, after work on Christmas Day my boyfriend at the time and I decided to order a pizza delivery. This may seem a very simple thing, but first of all, you have to realise that the cost of a pizza delivery in Japan was (and perhaps still is?) utterly ridiculous. Instead of a $9.95 deal, if I remember correctly the cost of a single pizza with home delivery was closer to $50. But yes, it was Christmas.
The challenge part was that I was given the important job of phoning up and ordering the pizza. In Japanese, of course. I had been learning Japanese for just a few months at the time and hadn't thought to ask my teacher to help me with pizza-ordering phrases before we finished up for the end-of-year break. So I practised and practised and then made the call.
Voila! This was delivered to our door, with the lovely touch that the delivery man wore a Santa hat, giving us some reminder of the festive season. As you can see, I was clever enough to order half-and-half and though I don't quite remember all the toppings, I can see both included corn, and corn was a surprisingly common ingredient on Japanese pizzas.
The pizza tasted pretty good, and it was a nice way to celebrate an otherwise below-par Christmas, but the most exciting thing for me that day was the pizza company understood my Japanese and delivered what I'd asked for to the very place I'd described. Go me! Maybe Japanese wasn't so hard after all ...