Blog Travel Paragraph from Japan
I want to write about little things around Japanese Culture
When I was a child, my grandmother used to take me to a soba restaurant where part of the kitchen was enclosed in glass. From there, we could watch the chefs at work—kneading the dough, and slicing the noodles rhythmically with large knives. Each motion was mesmerizing, and I believe that’s why soba still holds…
Persimmon is too red, and Terracotta doesn’t quite capture the texture. When I try to find a matching color for this fruit in the Western color palette, nothing really satisfies me. But in the Japanese color vocabulary, I can find several shades that feel just right. That fruit is kaki. Maybe the reason this fruit…