“What month is it again?” Is what I keep asking myself while cruising down the boardwalk on Venice beach. It’s a balmy 75 degrees (that’s about 23 for all you Celsius lovers). Yet I am on my way to help roast a turkey for Thanksgiving. This is one east coast transplant who will, like driving a car on the other side of the road in London, never quite get used to it.
Ramen is a Japanese soup made with traditionally pork or chicken broth filled with all sorts of deliciousness. My cousin, J, took us to Ramen Yamadaya I ordered the Tonkotsu (pork broth made over 20 hours) level 2 spicy! Bamboo shoots, scallions, sesame seeds sliced pork and half a boiled egg.
J also ordered some gyoza and pork friend rice with corn kernels nestled in amidst the salty chewy goodness and some pickled ginger. I ate both. I wan’t hungry but I did. I don’t regret it. After lunch, I sat in my cousins yard and pondered this tree.