August 6, 2014

We were preparing what seemed to be okonomiyaki in someone’s home. I dropped my fork onto the griddle part way through but apparently it wasn’t hot when I picked it up.

We went upstairs for a moment and the lady said that she had something for us. She held out a collection of broken sea shells. They were all worn out so they only had smooth edges.

“Pick one” she said.

I chose a bumpy purple and pink one and said that I liked it because it looked like a sea slug.

As we were eating, she was talking on the phone in Mandarin.

“Wait, she knows Chinese?” the person sitting next to me asked.

“Of course, how else would she be able to run a booth at the food fair?”