I call it 子供丼 (kodomo-don), because it is only egg over rice. Something about it is simple, one rank lower in maturity than an adult dish.
In adolescence, weekend lunches meant fending for ourselves. On certain Saturdays, my sister and I ate wafu spaghetti together.
The trick to a good nostalgic curry rice is to finish it with honey. Just a drizzle at first.
The affectations of white anime enthusiasts made me feel fake, confusing my yearning for the language and familiarity I craved.
While I understood why theft or murder was wrong, this aspect didn’t make sense to me. What did sex and my body have to do with God?
Succubus, siren, gold-digger, temptress: There are so many words for a woman with money in her hands.
Esther, you are a queen not because of your physical perfection, but because of the horror and rage you transformed it into.