When my mother met my father, she was a Japanese schoolgirl and he was an American sailor," the narrator of this story tells us. Every day Aiko and John meet to walk and chat in Yokohama, where John’s ship is stationed. It’s clear enough that these two like each other, but they have a problem. Aiko doesn’t know how to eat with a knife and fork, and John — you guessed it — hasn’t mastered chopsticks. Will the budding sweethearts manage a dinner date before John’s ship sails away?

How My Parents Learned to Eat is written in English and aimed at Western children, but the author does a wonderful job of making Aiko’s difficulty with mashed potatoes and peas as believable as John’s with sukiyaki. "My mother looked at the small fork and the large fork on the left. She looked at the knife, little spoon, and big spoon on the right. Her head grew dizzy." Aiko manages the soup and mashed potatoes during her practice lunch with Great Uncle, who has visited England, but "the peas rolled all over the plate."

For his part, John stays up all night before their first dinner, "pretending to pick up sukiyaki" with a pair of pencils. Are these two made for each other, or what?

Allen Say’s watercolor illustrations are, as usual, just right. His pictures of sukiyaki ingredients make my mouth water, and if you look carefully, you can see that the mattress John sits on is just slightly compressed beneath his weight. It’s details like these — as well as signs in the streets that make me want to learn to read Japanese and coils of old telephone cords that evoke a certain odd nostalgia — that bring a children’s book alive.

Ina R. Friedman is no slouch, either. It’s not easy to present a familiar culture as strange, but she’s up to the challenge. And John’s marriage proposal is one of a kind, as is Aiko’s acceptance. Read How My Parents Learned to Eat and then eat sukiyaki with chopsticks or roast beef, mashed potatoes, and peas with a knife and fork, whichever seems like more of an adventure.