Right, so I’ve mentioned that I’m guilty of ordering foreign food when the fancy strikes me. Sorry, I can’t live on miso soup, rice, and ramen/udon/soba noodles every day; if that makes me a bad JET, then so be it! I was getting low on oatmeal, so I decided to stock up, especially since I’m going home for the holidays, and oatmeal is my “detox” food when I come back to Japan after excessively and unhealthily eating, which always happens when I’m away.
Last time, I ordered thirty pounds; I know, I know, I know, that’s a lot of oatmeal. But in that order, I’d gotten other foods, too. This time, I wasn’t getting anything else, and since shipping is a flat rate, no matter how much you fill up the box. So in the true fashion of “go big or go home,” I ordered fifty pounds. Fifty. Pounds. Of. Oatmeal. (The company I ordered from is, after all, supplied by Costco. I figured I was just acting within their company aims.)
I’m thinking it will last me a good eighteen months or so. Excessive? Absolutely. Necessary? Almost certainly not. Did the Flying Pig employee who packed my order think I’m insane? Definitely. Am I ashamed? Not in the slightest.