Here is the dreamer. One who created and played with the pen and the keys of a world soon unmade. She remembers the wind, water, earth and flame. She loved even shadows but knew naught of hate. With a heart too soft and a strength unseen, she loved the world and she lived a dream.

Saturday, June 25, 2011

California Maki

131. Here's another entry dedicated to food. The first time you ever tried california maki was on one of our dates. I was surprised that you haven't tried this common Japanese cuisine even once. Seeing as that they were selling some at the mall I just couldn't resist but buy you several pieces of the the strange sushi rice-seaweed dish. You hesitated at first but then I fed you a piece that you just ate because you trusted me. I was happy you did because you loved it. Minus the wasabi of course that made your nose hurt. We bought more pieces to eat at the dark of the movie house. I was glad that you were brave in this small little way and more adventurous when it came to your palate. Later we even experimented making home-made onigiri as well. We enjoyed that with a bowl or two of champorado and some coca-cola. Yes, a strange combination but our bellies relished it nonetheless. It's a nice feeling to have one's heart and stomach full at the same time. It doesn't happen very often.

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