Sanctuary

When I was much younger, my good behavior was rewarded with used books and gyudon. The soft paperbacks and mouthwatering Japanese dish went hand-in-hand. My mother and I would go to The Book Rack, the tinny bell ringing as I flew through the double doors. She would remind me to choose “just one”, but after watching me vacillate and pout over feathered pages she would usually surrender to buying me two.

In the past I read voraciously but was a notoriously picky eater. Age two was nothing but spaghetti. Seven only cheesecake. Cooking no longer applied in our house because I simply wouldn’t eat anything that was made. Beef bowl, however, was an exception with its salty broth, tender beef, and neon ginger. Those tiny tongs used to fish the tart coral matchsticks from their container fit perfectly in my hand. It felt as if they had been waiting just for me to come in and pick them up. For just a moment, it felt like I belonged perfectly on that padded bar stool with my feet dangling. The corner of Kokoro and The Book Rack was my asylum in a culturally divided childhood.

It is a similar asylum that I create in my own kitchen at twenty-eight. I have my familiar knives, cutting boards, and a favorite high-lipped pan. Jars of local this and bunches of organic that. Perhaps, one day, tiny tongs. Today, when I breathe in and stir the earthy miso, I still breathe out, “Sanctuary.”

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3 thoughts on “Sanctuary

  1. Let me know if you want some tongs from here 🙂 and how many, preferred color/style, etc. There’s plenty to choose from. I’m happy to send them over and anything else you might want from Japan.

    I’m enjoying your blog and memories.

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