Or St. Valentine’s Day has come. Mei-Shun ordered much of that delicacy from a chocolatier located in western Tokyo. Bringing one among them chocolate-coated apple jelly, she visited her mother’s home for lunch joined by her elder sister. Time flew above these three women, chat after chat. By the way, that saint seems to prosper again in Europe these days.
… point of no return. Mei-Shun means it on coming March 31st when she visits another hospital for health check. Aiming to reach the real goal, she would resume her methods which tend to be ignored these days. Less exercise caused by rainfall also makes her vulnerable toward weight gaining. May she treat herself to 冨貴寄, reserving the biggest can to be delivered on above date?
Or cherry-colored one is better?
… to you, Shin. He cooked Chinese-style pot dish for Mei-Shun on Saturday when lunar January started. If it is Japanese one, the wife is happy to make. However, she does not know how to do for the counterpart of our neighbor country. Full of spice including 花椒=huajiao or Sichuan pepper, garlic and red chili, he fried handmade beef ball and potato starch-coated chicken to put them together into the pot with various vegetables.
Since new-year weight gaining, Mei-Shun managed to control it into her new normal. It is said once you get obesity, body would like to keep it. In other words, even if your weight is lost, it would easily return to the maximum point anytime. She therefore has to keep fighting against her appetite and negligence for life to stay healthy. Here our St. Valentine’s Day full of chocolate approaches.
Here are ice milk balls which help Mei-Shun much these days. Similar to hard candies in size and calories, this product satisfies her especially after meal. Although the former take long time to melt in mouth by heat, the latter promptly flow into throat keeping cool texture. Still, a feeling almost the same as a spoonful of ice cream is given. Better than leaving half a cup or a bar, isn’t it?
Thanks a million, Shin, a hard worker even on weekends. Following are his souvenirs including 縮緬山椒=chirimen sansho, dried anchovy and Japanese pepper and 千枚漬=sen-mai-zuke, 聖護院 horseradish pickles by Mei-Shun’s request. And the best is a bag of cute, round rice cakes. They are amazingly soft and tasty after a whole day, no need to bake to put into お雑煮=o-zoni, our new-year soup.
… to eat they are. Mei-Shun’s elder sister kindly send a box of pears the other day. It takes a long time to ripe, let her wait with watering mouth. On the other hand, our backyard gingko suddenly turned yellow. She cleaned half of the eastern balcony while just prepared to do another. Nearly an hour later, here are prettier ones spread on “令”, kanji of 2019.
Weight at the point of no return Mei-Shun came. Or less half bag of sugar, made her rejoice. She chose calvados again for dinner dessert, had no problem this time. Dear handmade cakes by mom-in-law stored in a freezer, please wait a little more. She would be happy to see you once a week, in the morning after she checks herself on a scale at previous night returning from the horsey riding club.
Handmade trail mix, a fiasco
As Mikan-chan meowed on Friday, Shin and Mei-Shun stayed in the ancient capital of our country on weekend. One of their many purposes was to dine at 畑かく where ぼたん鍋, wild pork simmered in an earthen pot is served during its hunting season from this month to March. They dropped in 月餅屋 to purchase two baskets filled with cute delicacies; one for themselves, while another for Kaori-san.
Welcome into Mei-Shun’s mouth. Yes, she made it, yet maybe for only a moment like Hayabusa Asteroid Probe made a touch-down on Ryugu. After the gastroscopy last week, she went home and had normal supper. Since it was a single meal passing breakfast and lunch, just two fingers of calvados with a tiny piece of cake and fruits were served as dessert. And … everything had gone.
All dots gone, too
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