bon appetit

for the past month the librarian at my school, ms. tomioka, (who i really like...we eat lunch together everyday and i've met her family and been to her house for dinner), has made yogurt from the leftover school lunch milk cartons. everyday she gets her homemade yogurt tray ready and distributes it to the poor teachers (of which i am one). at first i gladly welcomed the gyunu and its slightly odd texture, but now i loathe it with all my being. the 'odd texture' is none other than that of snot. and the sour taste and smell are enough to put my off to my lunch. and yet, everyday, there she is bringing it to my desk with her hopeful eyes and her proud smile urging me, once again, to partake of her 'delicious' creation. i sit there with it on my desk looking around the room with pleading eyes for any semblance of fear in the other teachers. i find none. they are happily slurping up the yogurt and i am alone in my suffering.
bon appetit, or rather itadakimasu.