No, a Japanese barbecue isn't that different from what we're used to. We happened to arrive at the barbecue park just as the thousands of cicadas in the trees had shed their shells and started singing about it. The children decided to collect them all. Crunchy, but not filling.
We went for the more ordinary fare of hot dogs and hamburgers. The Edmonton team (see the next two posts) were on hand to enjoy it with the children of our English Day Camps and their families. Here Jeff is helping Tetsuya get the grill going for the hot dogs.
There was the team and five of us from our family, and another forty or so children and adults from the day camps in Harumi and in Shiohama, our own neighbourhood.
Even Emma found the watermelon tastier than the cicada shells.
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