So, we went to go visit my mother. We try to make the trip once a week and of course, we get fed. She puts out SO much food. It’s almost unbelievable. For example, this one particular time, she put out, from left to right: Oden with variety of fish cakes, konyaku [...]]]>

So, we went to go visit my mother. We try to make the trip once a week and of course, we get fed. She puts out SO much food. It’s almost unbelievable. For example, this one particular time, she put out, from left to right: Oden with variety of fish cakes, konyaku (root noodles), bamboo shoots, and potatoes; Sashimi with uni, salmon, and hirame; Ozoni, which is a light broth with grilled mochi in it, accompanied by naruto fish cakes, hakusai (Japanese cabbage), shitake mushrooms, and chicken; and the main course of wagyu beef negi-maki. Oh yeah, and a desert of custard pound cake and milk tea. Always expect some milk tea, if you’re coming over to my Mom’s place. This doesn’t include salad, pickles, miso shiru (soup) and rice, my friend.

Yes, my mother really has no idea how much a normal person eats. This was probably due to my father’s influence. Apparently at some restaurant, he took the prize for eating the most bowls of curry rice, something in the double digits. I also have a HUGE appetite that can accommodate eating contests… and I obviously got that from him. Living with us, my mother has such a skewed idea on what a normal portion is. I think we finished the sashimi, and negi-make, and had some oden. I finished the ozoni, of course, because I didn’t have rice and I can’t say no to ozoni.

My mother, she can cook. And she appreciates variety. Now, if only she will learn what a proper portion is… and maybe scale it down a bit.