keipon0414
On that summer day, it was the year he died. Every day, we drank until morning. The guy who got excited when the girl from the snack bar he liked said, "Let's go see the morning sun in Shiretoko," ended up rolling over his Celica. The car didn't roll, though. It's an hour and a half from Abashiri... impossible. He must have fallen asleep. He broke through the sidewalk railing and dove into the Sea of Okhotsk. There were still so many things he wanted to do. I went to his wake. I couldn't bear to watch. Was his mother's face tired from crying, or had her tears run dry? She wasn't crying, but there was no life in her face. As a parent now, I've come to understand something. I used to think, "It wouldn't be strange if I had died back then," many times. But I'm glad I didn't die. For my own sake, but also because if my child had died... I think I would have gone mad. If she had thought the same way... how little she must have been eating. The rations have arrived. It's been a while since I've had some. Sometimes I suddenly crave it, but you can't just buy it anywhere in Ohtotsk. It might be available at the airport, but I used to go to the airport quite often to pick people up, but now I never do. So, unless the rations arrive, I can't eat it, and that makes me feel lonely. I'll gratefully accept it. I'm a food blogger, but I don't eat much during the day. I'm a father of three, so I don't have snacks at 3 o'clock. I don't have snacks at 9 o'clock either... they don't come out. I take them home. So, in the end, I end up drinking beer while eating. Even if you think it's "disgusting," that's the only time I have to eat. Was the skin always this thin? Well, it's a potato, so it has to be thin. It has a unique flavor. It's similar to cinnamon, but it's not cinnamon and it's delicious. The moist red bean paste is made with kelp, which I didn't know before. If you didn't know, you wouldn't think it was made with kelp. Anyway, it's delicious.