Our "Osaka rice"
I asked the members of the tonkachi to tell them a personal episode that you would remember when you heard "Osaka rice." These have nothing to do with Goffstein books, but it's strange that reading may seem a little relevant. Is it an illusion?
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I loved the soy sauce stewed fish rice made by my mother. Even now, when I return to my parents' house, it will always make it. One day, my mother gave me a mission. Please catch the fish in the pond because you cook. I hardened like a stone. I was scared and scared, and I tried to catch the plastic bag over and desperately because I didn't touch it with my bare hands, but the fish escaped. The water in the pond scattered exaggeratedly, it was a fuss. Eventually, my mother who boiled the work came and caught the fish in an instant and left. In this way, my mother is amazing for my memories of "Osaka rice"! Was stuck.
YS (Bonchaina)
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When boned fish began to be sold at supermarkets, it became natural. Dad asks her mother, "This fish is in bones?" "It's a fish, so it's natural to have bones!" Even when a fish without bones comes out! This is my "fish rice".
YA (singer)
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When my younger brother was young, he was a little chat, but he could clearly say "Kachibushi (bonito and soy sauce)". When I put seaweed on the bonito, my father's hair was black and the center was divided, so it was exactly the same. It was called "Oto Mago Rice". My brother's original "Osaka rice".
Km (sister)
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I always ate rice in the dugged tea where round fluorescent lamps were hanging.
My mother was on the right, my father was on the left, the upper sister on the left of the front seat, and the lower sister on the right was sitting side by side, and there was a black -and -white TV behind me. On the left pillar, next to the shrine, there was a black -and -white photo on the amount of grandmother (my father's mother, I have never met). He was a beautiful woman or a bad woman, and he seemed to be kind or strict. There is no memory explained by my father about the photo.
Fish bones were often stuck in rice. I swallowed the rice, drank water, and so on. There were times when I couldn't get it. I stuck well when I was little. I was very worried while I was stuck. Then I was very careful and I couldn't stab.
But I don't think it's because I'm cautious, but I don't stab it because my throat is not so soft.
I had a dream.
Also, as I remembered, I was praised even if I became an adult when I ate the fish very well. After coming to Tokyo, I praised the people of the restaurant I was taken at work. But no one gave me praise anymore. I think it's no longer a beautiful way of eating.
This is not a dream.
HO (retirement)
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A fried white fish came out for lunch, my bones were stuck in my throat and hurt, and everyone was cleaning, but I was struggling with the fry while crying alone. So I hate fried white fish.
MS (baby)
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When I was little, I didn't like fish so much, and I couldn't eat it unless my mother took all bones. One day, a big bream came out when I had rice at my aunt house, and when I said I didn't need it, my uncle said, "Eat it because there is no bone," so I ate it, so it was a big lie, a big bone stuck in my throat and crying very much. 。 Since then, he has become sensitive to fish bones and adult lies.
YK (President octopus)
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Somehow, the memory of bones stuck is a lot. Isn't there a more moving story! ?
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