
So many fond memories of this dish whilst in Japan. Watching as my tabedachi (tabemono tomodachi) demonstrated culinary alchemy. Picnics in Kiba park, sitting under the shade of a low tree, scooping helpings of fresh poke into paper cups and observing our fellow park goers. Model plane jiichans losing planes in trees and asking baseball playing guys to climb trees and throw balls at the little crafts wedged high up in the branches. Young couples taking time out in thier weekend to relax in the great outdoors beneath a great blue cloud speckled sky, laying side by side on the grass playing their respective NDSs. Hard working salary men spending time with their families by sleeping in a near comatose state on a bench only to wake and find only the right side of thier face roasted pink from the overhead sun. Good times.
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