My family was big on Dodger baseball, as a lot of Japanese are. We'd pack a picnic and, basically, transport our home food to the game, basically meaning LOTS of fruit. My memory of my mom at these games is watching her constantly peeling oranges.
At home, mom would often listen to one game on the radio while watching another on the TV. Although her English was poor, she had no trouble understanding baseball commentary.
At home, mom would often listen to one game on the radio while watching another on the TV. Although her English was poor, she had no trouble understanding baseball commentary.
Baseball is not as big in our family, as our lives seem more complicated; pulled in more directions out of choice, not because we're juggling multiple jobs for income.
I had this craving to make sukiyaki the other day - another nearly weekly occurrence in my house growing up. This is memory lane tonight, isn't it? BTW, that tablecloth is a favorite - a hand-dyed, raised stitch pattern we brought back from Japan. The blue/white color combo you find in many folk crafts is really beautiful.Well, the boys love rice, especially sprinkling furikake - seasoning - on top:
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