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Serving Each Other

Eri's mom texted me with a picture of a box of Valentine chocolates and said she'll give them to me the next time we meet.


After my lunchtime walk I was upstairs working at my desk and Eri came in and gave me a box of chocolates. I love Valentine's Day in Japan. I used to bust my hump in the 90s trying to find flowers and chocolates and get a dinner reservation at a reasonable place that wouldn't break me. Now I am married to a woman who has instructed me not to buy her flowers because cake is more to her liking and we sorta celebrate Valentine's Day every day by serving each other.

I opened some wine while getting the boys' dinner ready and it inspired me to prepare an extra special dessert for them. Usually they get one fruit. Bananas are a favorite. Tonight I filled their bowls with a powerful trifecta of blueberries, a strawberry, and a freshly sliced kiwi. With a squirt of honey on top.


Kenzo was home from kindergarten today. His class is shut for two days due to half the kids having either covid or just generally sick. Eri was tossing stuff in the trash when I came downstairs to make more coffee mid-morning. I spotted two fish sausages with an expiration date from last September. Those things last forever, so I told Eri to hang on to those because I'll chomp them up fast.


And I did. It's amazing what some chopped onions, olive oil, soy sauce, and salt and pepper can do. The boys were actually amazed by how good it smelled. I didn't give them any, though. If this ridiculous decision was going to negatively impact anyone gastronomically it should be just me.

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