the heart always, always craves for sushi. like some primitive yearning for fish and rice and an unfragmented simplicity of food that makes the same intense amount of sense to the eyes, the tongue, the belly and the heart, all at once. wish to move to japan for a while, work at a wwoof farm, eat only japanese. when do these kind of dreams come true?
|salmon sushi, although what i like most about it must be the tangy rice, and the wasabi|
|wouldn't have imagined these would be so good, but the veggie in my heart went a bit woohoo when these went in|
|because coffee goes well with everything, even a faulty phone camera|