party in my tummy

Everyone joked around when I moved to Korea, saying that I was going to come home twice the size I left. It was amusing. I ate a lot but, nothing really happened. I may not be so lucky with this time around in Asia. I love eating in Japan sooooo much.

I find myself doing a happy food dance when I eat. The soundtrack to my eating experiences is right out of Yo Gabba Gabba. "I'm gonna eat, yeah! yummy yummy gonna eat. Yeah! Yummy yummy Japanese in my tummy party party! YEAH! There's a party in my tummy. So yummy, so yummy."

And why wouldn't it be like a party in my tummy when there's stuff like this to eat:
Does salmon, soft cream cheese, and avocado with an amazing sauce made from the nectar of the gods wanna go to the party in my tummy? Hells yeah! It melts in your mouth transporting you to some other dimension. There are flying naked pixies, dragons swirling around each other through space, magical sparkling fireworks... if you've ever watched Cooking Master Boy, then you know what I'm talking about.

I eat, a lot. And I take pictures of it. So what.