These girls love making rice balls, something I never take the time to do. It involves more water than regular steamed rice, draining and cooling the rice, adding a filling and sesame seeds, and some serious hands-on time. Sticky Rice = Sticky Hands. I’m happy to leave this activity to their quite capable hands while I enforce meat and veggies on the side. And of course, do the sticky clean-up.
They made these twice during their week together. Part of the intrigue is their mutual love of all things Japanese at the moment. Japanese music, Japanese art, Japanese books, Japanese clothing, etc. So, of course, eating Japanese food naturally follows. They love Japan, I love that they can find things they love doing together. Too bad we’re in land-locked middle U.S.A and their mother/aunt has absolutely no foreign culinary skills. Good thing for the world-wide-web.
I’m reading through Thoreau’s Walden right now. He wrote about impending technology in the mid-1800′s… “We are in great haste to construct a magnetic telegraph from Maine to Texas; but Maine and Texas, it may be, have nothing important to communicate.” Little did he know how much there is to share.
From Tokyo to Indiana… with love.