I had gyudon because it reminds me of Yoshinoya's gyudon. (Gyudon is usually beef and onions cooked in soy sauce, mirin, and sugar, and served over rice with beni-shoga, salt-pickled ginger.)
Dave has one of his trusty stand-bys, miso ramen. Though it's normally served with pork, he has them substitute egg.
Rudy is working his way through them menu and so this time tried the chirashi-donburi. Chirashi means scattered in Japanese, and in this case it is a bowl of rice "scattered" (that is, artfully arranged) with seafood and vegetables. He requested no eel, so he had salmon, tuna, tamago (egg), imitation crab, roe, cucumber, avocado, kampyo (gourd cooked in soy, mirin, and sugar), gari (pickled ginger) and seaweed.
Scotty
A couple of days ago--the 17th, to be exact--was my younger brother's birthday. He would have been 37 (I think). I noted it on the day, but didn't blog it for whatever reason.
I was in Japan when he died and I came home for the funeral, which was surreal. By the time he died in February, it had already been a kind of brutal winter, both my grandmothers also having died in the months just previous.
I'm not the kind of person who gets caught up in remembering the details of such things. I'm not very good with happy events and anniversaries--one of my email accounts is set up to email me reminders of these things--much less unhappy events and anniversaries. I'm content to be that way.
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