Pen And Squid Ink—Real Food For Living People Section :: Page 4
When I was a student at Mills Lawn, back in the day as they say, my mom was kind enough to pack my lunches every morning. I never wanted to buy lunch, partly because I was too scared to tell the lunch ladies what I wanted, but also because I was never sure what exactly was on those trays.
I have a cousin who runs an okonomiyaki restaurant with her husband in Tokyo. Kaki never made okonomiyaki, a fat vegetable and seafood pancake. But Kayako made a modified version of it when she visited us several years ago.
There is no other way to begin talking about food than by addressing what, exactly, is food? Well actually, I’m better at saying what it isn’t.